I'll sit inside, emptying a bar
Plugging up my brain
Killing off my hopes
I'm an idiot king
Shoot 'em down one by one
You and me both, we live in a life we don't belong
And the clothes we wear, they always tear
Those second-hand clothes, they always tear
Those second-hand hopes, they always tear

away down my street
Way down my street
I walk, I walk
The sun's a prize for my weak eyes
I put my blindfold on
How do I get out of here?

move along Joe, move along Jack
The burning road welcomes you back
I'm high enough now to turn out the sun
I'm king enough now to close my eyes
And watch the ruins grow like my alibis
Like we're already dead, like we're empty as hell
We're jewels on a chain, yeah we're jewels on a chain

Away down my street
Way down my street
I walk, I walk
The sun's a prize for my weak eyes
I put my blindfold on
How do I get out of here?

Because there is no peace
There is no peace

Hey, hey God give me a hand
I'm in garbage land
Hey man
How do I get out of here?
Hey, hey how do I get out of here?
Come on man, how do I get out of here?

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): JOHN MARK EITZEL