Lyrics

Hey Mister can't you come and lend me a hand? because I'm sick inside and kind of blind and can't even stand. So you stop and stare and kind of glare repeating to me, but I'm not exactly sure you're all I want you to be. So I guess I'll ask the jigalo, the junkie, the whore and see who's really sanctified by breaking the law. In hindsight your crimes are justified for heeding the call. It's not healthy for the wealthy just to sell out the poor. It aint hard to stay living, the only trick is to keep feeling alive. So on this road that we're travelling, you've got to breath and take it all in your stride. The clock is ticking picking you all apart, I guess we all end eventually right back where we start. And now I know that I could never spit my regard, so take the oppertunity let down your beautiful guard. Now I don't mean to sound ridiculous man and I can understand the reason you're praying. I hate to be the one who's bringing you down but if you just stick around for a while. I think you'll find all these emotions you hide they start to eat you inside and they're breaking your mind down. I think you'll find that when you stuff them inside they're going to eat you alive.