My bones ache
And they creak
Slept on wooden benches
For weeks

Oh and whats sleep
When it's just a wink
Waking up numb
Just to turn the other cheek

I've got the means at hand
But i travel cheap
Live in the squaller
Among the meek


I'll walk slowly past
I'm dying to see you

When i wish i could run
I'll avoid their grasp
I'll walk slowly past
I'll walk slowly past

Without so much as a
Venomed tounge
I'm passing out questions
In place of my voice