Sunday mornin’ rolls around, and I’m still on the lam
I can tell what day it is, but I can’t say where I am
I know I’ve been here before, with another fella’s name
Everyone’s a stranger, but I still look the same
Street lamps stash the shadows, but they expose some, too
Ridin’ incognito, survivin’ every clue
Stumblin’ through the vestiges, I lost track of the day
A band showed up and cornered me, but didn’t come to play
Oh, Oh
This dog bites right to bone
I’ll only make it out of here if I make this place my home
Oh, Oh
I can’t pass time on my own
I’m shackled to the hourglass and the hollow sand and stone
All the boys love the noise of other peoples’ pain
Take away their dignity and they all act the same
Just like school, they act the fool, like children in disguise
Following their principals and the leaders of the flies
Chorus
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