like a beath up kid, who's out on his own   there's an urgency, a need to belong   in the morning sun, you get out of bed   with a thirsty tongue and a nail in your head      when the water's gone, the air can't breath   the drugs that you're on, you've begun to need   you'd reather watch t.v. than go outside   you want to believe you're not going to die      you're not going to die      winter's come and gone, another year marked off   all the feeling's gone, your mind is going soft   when the red ink runs, like a rabbit who's scared   pick up your gun and try to keep it fair      (try to keep its hair)      everyday you try, you try to see   that you're going to die, it's hard to believe      it's hard to breath