i like my houses broken down
i like my people not around
i love the rain
when i'm drunk and insane
when it can rinse me of my name
whatever all that meant
it was still a fucking accident
i'll let my boredom be
and leave the city
i love the stars
i love their mess
when i feel wonderfully worthless
but the city hides them to trick you babe
it's the petty, bullshit notion that you're needed
that the roar of the woods will drown out
as for your surrender, i can see no better place
than the city that's as ugly as your face
i don't want love
i don't want cash
my brains a rock, my guts are trash
but i tell you this from a dirty bench
in a square park, in the bright dark, and i never gave a shit for a place to sit
and you can see in my eyes that i'm lazy
that the pigeons, roaches, and flies are babies
and the metal world gets colder than ice
and hotter than my sweaty nights
and it couples up with gravity to chain my legs and conquer me
and nothing's gonna change my ways
neither the brightest of lights nor the tallest of graves
nothing's gonna change my ways
the rooster call's awful coughs
they turn me on and turn me off
and there was always time for acting
kept laughter quiet in the can
but now my skin takes to cracking
and i'm a very honest man