Last Song

And I dreamt of a city on fire, Woke up to one intact. Made it halfway on the walk to the grocery store, Before I turned back. We could walk until the concrete ends, Quit work until the money's all spent. But how long until we're walking back to the plasma clinic again? The bosses we want off our backs are everywhere we can run, So if there's a way out if there's a way out if there's a way out then it's not on our own, no no. Repeat that pattern for the second verse etc. And I dreamt of the needles to come, And I woke up afraid, Mad enough to burn down the radio, That woke me up this way. I could walk when the bus lines end, Shoot dope until the money's all spent But how long until I'm walking back, To check into detox again? The monkey I want off my back is everywhere I can run, So if there's a way out then it's not on my own. There's a way out but it's not on my-her-his-their-our own.