Hey man, I'm just like you.
Too many people made you black and blue.
You got your teeth knocked out in a bar last week
You had a bet, but you feel too weak.

Hey, hold on, what's that sound?
Hear the drumbeat underground.
In a dark room ring curious bells.
Everybody's running away from Hell.

You're a friend to me, Jesus, and you're on the street
doing drugs with the people you meet.
There's a shadow in a car sitting for you,
wants to know what kinds you like to do.

Hey, hold on, what's that sound?
Hear the drumbeat underground.
In a dark room ring curious bells.
Everybody's running away from Hell.

That's a fact!
That's whack!

Well things are pretty good
because they're not bad enough.
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this life is rough.
Be strong and tough.


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