[Verse 1]
Lit another cigarette
I had a lot to write on down while
You built yourself a bigger set
And acted like a bigger clown
You try on a decent voice
Then entangle a shaky choice
When you walk by a distant home
You talk a way
That sounds like an ordinary day

[Verse 2]
I wish the well was running dry
So I could climb down to your place and cry
About the people on the grass
Who chased away my people’s light
While you complain about
The other people leaving out
A way for you to understand my side
And I will try
But the systems made to fry