And I dreamt of a city on fire
Woke up to one intact
Made it halfway on the walk to the grocery store
Before I turned back
We could walk until the concrete ends
Quit work until the money's all spent
But how long until we're walking back to the plasma clinic again?
The bosses we want off our backs are everywhere we can run
So if there's a way out then it's not on our own
And I dreamt of the needles to come
And I woke up afraid
Mad enough to burn down the radio
That woke me up this way
I could walk when the bus lines end
Shoot dope until the money's all spent
But how long until I'm walking back
To check into detox again?
The monkey I want off my back is everywhere I can run
So if there's a way out then it's not on my own
There's a way out but it's not on my-her-his-their-our own
