I walk around to free my mind of this curse called thought.
When I’m out there on the road it’s a break from the boredom of it all.
Sleep, eat, work, bills, a day off, rinse, repeat…it’s all the fuckin’ same…
I’d rather ride trains around on any given day.
Without work though I’m not earnin’ it, I’m not pullin’ my own weight.
I trickle back into society with a clean new slate.
I start a new job, hopin’, prayin’, that it won’t be the same.
But in the end I’m in and out…nothin’s gonna change.
I guess there’s a happy medium between hedonistic worlds of ramblin’ and the insane.
This is how I live my life,
In between the pages of black and white,
A hedonistic degenerate, a bum, a victim of two worlds,
Take a stab at my plight, it’s all the same, I really don’t fuckin’ care.
