For forty days and for forty nights 
I been walkin' down these streets 
Tryin' to get it right 

But down there lies darkness 
Down there lies the past 
Down there my conscience 
Kinda kicked my [bad word] 

You got [bad word]  for cover [bad word]  from bein' me 
You got [bad word]  for cover 
For cryin' out loud 

I hear them moanin' from distant lands 
Have some hookers shut 'em up with some swollen glands 
Now beggin's changed, I guess you'll do 
Just a hood rat all jacked off and tangled up in blue 
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There's blood at home, there's blood on my street 
How am I to smile [bad word] defeat? 
Well, I'm jumpin' into limbo, tryin' to feel alive 
I'm jumpin' into limbo and I like it 

You got [bad word]  for cover [bad word]  from bein' me 
You got [bad word]  for cover 
For cryin' out loud 

Into the quiet dusk I see curvy clouds chokin' up on irony 
I give it a pause and I break to the left 
But I'm wasted and I can't seem to catch my breath 
Here I go, just one more time 

Findin' out what's goin' on with the party line 
Well, I'm jumpin' into limbo tryin' to feel alive 
I'm jumpin' into limbo and I like it 

You got [bad word]  for cover [bad word]  from bein' me 
You got [bad word]  for cover 
For cryin' out loud