Young Man Blues (Remastered)

I'm walkin' past liquor stores, and immigrant homes

Check into cash, and men with eyes like ghosts

As boys we were taught to dream in stacks and rows

Cause to dream any bigger is to dig yourself a hole

One bigger than you're already in from the moment your life begins

I'm soaked to the bone at Lawson Arms at 3 a.m

This cold world has convinced me to betray myself again

Some faceless men

Shivering, betrayal

I am one of them

Never again

I feel the loneliness, of the long distance runner now

This sterility is rotting me out

Can't live in service, I'm dropping out

Dropping out of tomorrow morning's white washed suburban schemes

Billboard masturbation:

Satisfaction Guaranteed

I am the 4 a.m

Arcade Street

White, bloodshot witness

I'm just another kid in the chorus

An empty street corner prophet

Grimy hands clawing at the gutter on the eve of letting go of crimes against my soul

They planted their seed

But I won't let them-

Won't let them tear through me!

'Cus I'm a real cool killer, with a killer blow

A lock-jawed apprentice to my guts of gold

Plastic surgery to fit the mold

They'll get you when you're ugly, and when you're feeling alone

In this modern life, cheap and disconnected

Where there is a siege going on and the besieged will be the last to know

That the race we are running is a joke, and I'm a dropout-

Drop-Out! (x9)