There is nothing alive in my twenty four hour I'd damage myself, if I was not a coward The career move to a man took the boy out of me The me I used to be I miss quite deeply When the sun hates my room Neons can't compare The feeling is cheap But the tv still there Bonedigger Thoughts of nothing but crime fill my twenty four hours I'd damage someone if I was not a coward The thumb I once sucked is pressed to the page I don't think I'd enjoy old age in a cage When the sun hates my room Urine steals my air I'd rather just sleep So I won't be there Bonedigger How much will you give me for the dream about the car? How much will you give me for the dream about the girl? Or how long will they give you for the dream of not being who you are? Or how long will they give you for the dream of changing your life? Bonedigger