Lately I, I’ve been heading for a breakdown Every time I leave my house Well, it feels just like a shake down Between the street sweepers and the pushers, are the lawyers Who may as well be butchers Between the small timing hustlers who all seem to feed upon each other
Oh God why you been Hanging out in that old violin While I’ve been waiting for you to pull me through
Lately I, every time I try to lie down Well, my mind just gets away I can’t even close my eyes now Between the big fish ambition and the lovers Using words as ammunition Between the wood planks I’ve been pacing And this impossible dream that I’ve been chasing
Oh God why you been Hanging out in that old violin While I’ve been waiting for you to pull me through
Oh God Oh God
Oh God why you been Hanging out in that old violin While I’ve been waiting for you to pull me through