spending the day on the roof of the shed
telling myself i'd be better off dead
hung on the line no sense of time
stuck in the crack of dawn breaking your bread
all this for nothing's the one thing i dread
fading away in the afternoon sun
no clouds to hide in and no where to run
me and my friends true to the end
one left to bury and one to offend
i'm leaving to lie in my sizzling bed
but don‘t cry for me it's all in my head
we've got the lights on we've got our eyes shut
standing in line for a trip to the sun
no one returns here and nothing gets done
why is it over before it's begun
hear it again fear it again i but don't cry for me it's alt in my head
we've got the lights on we've got our eyes shutCoulda been New York
A day late, a buck short
But in this dream
I don’t remember
I have this dream
Everyday I wake up tired
Still it seems
I don’t remember
King for a day
But I cannot see your way
When I tell you that I cannot be there for you
Coulda been Southside
Armies I divide
But in this dream
I don’t remember
Swim a thousand miles
Walk through walls of fire
Yes!
I can remember
King for a day
But I cannot see your way
When I tell you that I cannot be there for you
Free
Free
You can’t stop us now (yeah)