pot holes in my living room,
9 mil holes in my front window,
tendons and sinew strapped in the loom,
winter turned her too a widow,

i hear voices at night no i aint trippin,
been treating dope like penicillin,
no feelings,
im getting sick all of these chrome dealins,
body and soul for a few shillins,

said my dreams were violent no joke,
every night i see my fingers deep in eyes and throats,
got worried bout the others so i put up a moat,
a deep river of drink drugs and dope,

i crawl through the alley, slime oozin,
we aint got the will or the time to stop boozin,
just take a few lines keep movin,
that pain in your liver and mind an illusion,

dont lose faith dont lose focus,
it can all change with a hocus pocus,
they aint never tell the truth its bogus,
you gotta avoid the group, if you aint a locust,

you feel? gotta stay independent,
two months late when i get the rent in,
dressed up in all black jc denton,
never go quietly when they serve the sentence,
never go quietly when they serve the sentence.

never go quietly (re-mastered)

Zorothustra