Feel like I'm livin' under some kind of hex 
Livin' in here in this industrial [bad word] 
Doesn't really help when I read Time magazine 
Cause they only distort the scene 
The sky is so hazy I can't even see the sun 
Livin' here is like livin' under a gun 
I really do wonder 'bout the United Nations 
Why don't they face the situations 

I'm a troubadour 
Lookin' for a dream 
I'm a troubadour 
Lookin' for some dream 

Lord, I'm so tired of payin' all of these dues 
From Sunday to Sunday all I hear is bad news 
Tired of the war and those industrial fools 
Got to make it better cause I've got nothin' to lose 

Ain't too clear to pay my [bad word] taxes 
'Specially when I know it goes to kill the masses 
Love to hear the President make it perfectly clear 
How the donkeys and the elephants are police up here 

I'm a troubadour 
Lookin for a dream 
I'm a troubadour 
Lookin for some dream 

Lord, I'm so tired of payin' all of these dues 
From Sunday to Sunday all I hear is bad news 
Tired of the war and those industrial fools 
I've got to make it better cause I've got nothin' lose 
Won't somebody help me cause I've gotten in my shoes 
Those industrial [bad word] blues