Welcome to California, son
This is where men are made
Grab yourself
40 days and 40 nights
We're on our way to a
Where are you way and fairing stranger?
Have you lost all
You got four butts in the ashtray and a bottle
Holidays spend in the institution
Remember the time when your mind
Save me, I'm hearing voices again
Something is changing
Hurt me, I've
Hangin' on the streets of Easty
Watchin' the cars as they
'Ya started on the streets with a small time gig{You
Hallucination it’s compensationRead between the lines it’s a privacy invasio
Looking through broken window panesFor something that’ll numb the painAnd
Woke up this morning in front of the ‘ol corner
Forgive me father for I've sinnedIt's been 3 whole days
Bringing flowers to the graveyard ‘aint no funWhen you’re there
It's 2am and it's last callAnother night I'm closing down
i was look and it was clear to methats i
» More on Far From Finished