Trying to light a smoke
Waiting on a bus
You've got nowhere to go
You were sleeping in the park
In a dirty sweatpants suit
The cops woke you up
Now you gotta move
Walking around wearing a motorcycle helmet
Up and down the same streets you walked yesterday
Wild Irish rose can make a mean world almost decent
It's an illusion handcuffs quickly take away
There ain't enough room in this city for a guy who
Wants to drink himself to sleep under the stars
There will always be some shit bag to remind you
Right where you are, right where you are
You were swaying on your feet Trying to light a smoke Waiting on a bus You've got nowhere to go You were sleeping in the park In a dirty sweatpants suit The cops woke you up Now you gotta move Walking around wearing a motorcycle helmet Up and down the same streets you walked yesterday Wild Irish rose can make a mean world almost decent It's an illusion handcuffs quickly take away There ain't enough room in this city for a guy who Wants to drink himself to sleep under the stars There will always be some shit bag to remind you Right where you are, right where you are Explain Request ×
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