Like a beat-up kid who's out on his own There's an urgency, a need to belong In the morning sun, you get out of bed With a thirsty tongue and a nail in your head When the water's gone, the air can't breathe The drugs that you're on, you've begun to need You'd rather watch TV than go outside You want to believe you're not going to die You're not going to die Winter's come and gone, another year marked off All the feeling's gone, your mind is going soft When the red ink runs like a rabbit who's scared Pick up your guns and try to keep it fair (Try to keep its hair) Every day you try, you try to see That you're going to die, it's hard to believe It's hard to breathe