Straight Life
Fuck it
My tongue is twisted from talkin'
My feet are blistered from walkin' alone
My head is burstin' with thoughts
And every bruise feels so familiar
This city's buzzin' with bastards
Cancer tans and plastic disasters
Wannabes and users and makers
Impotents and shake city fakers
So don't tell me everything's alright
And don't include me in your straight life
And don't tell me everything's alright
In your straight life
My system's sick with poison
Heart's bitter joys are jumpin'
Far away from better days
And everything feels so familiar
My arms are fed up reaching
My voice is through with breakin'
Myself, I'm sick of reason
Every bruise feels so familiar
So don't tell me everything's alright
And don't include me in your straight life
Don't tell me everything's alright
In your straight life
So don't tell me everything's alright
And don't include me in your straight life
So don't tell me everything's alright
In your straight life
So don't tell me everything's alright
And don't include me in your straight life
Don't tell me everything's alright
In your straight life
So don't tell me everything's alright
And don't include me in your straight life
So don't tell me everything's alright
In your straight life
So don't tell me everything's alright
And don't include me in your straight life
So don't tell me everything's alright
In your straight life
In your straight life, in your straight life
In your straight life, in your straight life
In your straight life, in your straight life
In your straight life, in your straight life
In your straight life
