If you're walking home late at night. dressed up and alone. dont you get tired of being white. buffalo never roam. go to sneak up behind you. still your boss tapped your phone. 'cause you might be keepin secrets. that you ain't supposed to know. now it's about to be. and your bus. and the lovely miss liberty. is just another whore. (there's somethin I gotta tell ya). its hard to see things your way. and its hard to understand the things you say. most of all. its hard to get hard these days. now if you got to hate someone. you might as well hate yourself. you find that you dont deserve it now. more than anyone else. so get out of your kitchen. and get out of your bed. got to tell them what you've always wanted to tell them. 'cause in the morning you might be dead. so dont call the doctor. 'cause Ill be ok. its just a passing sad daydream. and it led me astray. and its hard to see things your way. and its hard to understand the things you say. but most of all. its hard to get hard these days. and I ain't proud of nothin. but its better that way. 'cause its too loud for talkin. and there aint much to say. so pick up your explosives. and pack up your gun. if you ain't chasin someone. you got to be on the run. and Im so far from home now. nothin better anyway. I aint lookin to make a livin now. I just need a place to stay.