Please someone quickly take a picture of me, 
So I can think of how I used to be 
When restless feet turn to still defeat 
And I settle down and out.

Please someone can you get a handle on me 
Because we seem to find those in everything, 
And if we couldn't we tried, and if we didn't we lied 
That it's easier to buy your way out.
I tend to be a little cynical 
Of people selling me simple medicinals. 
Nothing repetitious sounds like fun 
Because "TRAMPS LIKE US, BABY, WE WERE BORN [bad word] #33;"

So let me know if you get stuck inside 
Our safety culture's ugly ties.
Break the ties that hold you still. 
There is more to life than a steady pulse. 
It's fight or flight. 
I guess we're sleeping with the blindfolds on tonight.

I could find more hope in a rope hung from the highest clock tower 
Where time tables fall through leaving hanged me and you. 
There are just some things we can't control like judgement death or getting old, 
And no amount of fancy clothes, suburban homes, or undercover cops could save us.

"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, 
Courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to always tell the difference."