Oh when the summer [bad word] cutting 
Like a clean razor blade 
And I wake to the day and all the visions I've made 
Reached out my hand for the curl of her hair 
And whisper my dreams to the girl who's not there 
Gather some memory from the night before 
Where'd she go? she go, where'd she go? 
Screaming of threats and slam of a door 

Well I don't know, don't know, don't know 
So I look to the window and the city below 
From this bed of mine 
Where I eat sweet jelly rolls 

Think I'll put on my face 
I'd like to fix me a drink 
'Cause somewhere someone knows just what I think 
Last night's but a question that hangs likes a noose 
'Round my throat, my throat 
Surely tonight, I'll invite it's abuse 

Well there's no hope, no hope, no hope 

Goodness me, oh my 
Oh my god, I still might be fine 
Get through all the pains I fake 
Poor boy could use a break 
break from my own daily hate, oh 
"Pain is something no one else knows" 
That's what I hear them say 
But everyone bereaves the day 
I said weary weary walk away 
So I take to the streets like the dead to the grave 
You light me a smoke because it's right to behave 
And I'm all juiced up all morning because is when 
Heros stand tall in the statues of men 
And all the pigeons adore me and peck at my feet 
Oh the fame, the fame, the fame 
Someday they may use my head as a seat 

Well I can't wait, can't wait, can't wait 

Goodness me, oh my 
Oh my god, I still might get by 
Get through all the pains I fake 
Poor boy could use a break 
break from my own daily hate, oh 
"Pain is something no one else knows" 
That's what I hear them say 
But everyone bereaves the day 
I said weary weary walk away 

When I die alone bury me deep 
Way out west past Sunset Street 
So I can hear old 29 when she goes rollin' by 
And when [bad word] to claim my skin 
And I go back where I begin 
Place the stones at my head and feet 
Tell them all I've gone to sleep 

And as the city unravels her metal bedroll 
I dirty her sheets with the stumble I stroll 
And the people all stop just to watch me go by 
With a thirst in my throat and a tear in my eye 
So riddle me this while I lend you my soul in a song, in a song, a song 
And balance the sky on these shoulders of mine 

Until the dawn, the dawn, the dawn 

Goodness me, oh my 
Oh my god, I still might get by 
Get through all the pains I fake 
Poor boy could use a break 
break from my own daily hate, oh 
"Pain is something no one else knows" 
That's what I hear them say 
But everyone bereaves the day 
I said weary weary walk away