i know what i am doing
don’t think i don’t laugh myself to sleep
this building took the first swing
i took to drinking in the streets
i make up these awful mantras
and sing myself right back to sleep
dragging everybody else down dreaming
about how i will win the lottery eventually
i can’t slow down, i can’t move on
too many years i’ve spent out on my own
i can’t say stop, but i can’t do love
i can’t live in a house with so many moving walls
i don’t know why i’m going down now
i'm giving my all but nothing's coming back around
this building will grind up every one of us for ground
and when there's nothing left the landlords drive us out
i make up these awful mantras
and sell them in the streets
harder than stone and sinking like a bible
i tried to be good but survival is
survival