Lately I, I've been heading for a breakdown
Every time I leave my house
It feels just like a shake down
Between street sweepers and the pushers are the lawyers
Who may as well be butchers
Between the small timing hustlers who all, seem to feed upon each other
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Oh God why you been
Hanging out in that ol' violin
While I've been waiting for you, to pull me through

Lately I, every time I try to lie down
Well my mind just gets away
I can't even close my eyes now
Between the big fish ambition, and the lovers
Using words as ammunition
Between wood planks I've been pacing endless
Impossible dream that I've been chasing