When you're walking in the street spoiling for a fight
Hoping for a miracle and there's no miracle in sight
Registering zero cause you're bombed out on the booze
Feel like some bad story in yesterday's news

It makes you want to lay face down on the grass-old [?] ground
Where the sun beats down on the baking ground
To find sweet release in endless sleep
Endless sleep

When you're hanging by a thread, clutching at a straw
Ain't got nothin left and the world keeps shouting more [?]
You haven't got an [?] cause you're all bust up inside
Nobody you can turn to this time, no place you can hide

It makes you want to lay face down on the grass-old [?] ground
Where the sun beats down on the baking ground
To find sweet release in endless sleep
Endless sleep
Endless sleep