Got my eyes locked on my feet Walkin on down the road Got my head in the clouds To see me from down below Jumped off the freight train Lookin for a hot meal to eat Dropped off my knapsack At my draggin' feet And I cried Lord I sure am tired How do I carry on, before I die So I got down on my dirty knees And began to pray Never liked religion or material things Ive always lived a simple life I live by my own means But I've kept a bible until the age of 25 Than I threw it back at god God damn don't I feel alive So how do I share the words That have held my tears all this time So I picked myself off the ground And carried on my way I kicked the rock on the pavement Down below And I followed the yellow lines Just as far as they would go And I praised the name of the holy son Everyday at 9 But im a sinner myself Got me stuck in a bottle of rye Oh its a living, hell, its the only way So don't you bow down on your knees Don't ever be a slave Cause my dreams are unreal at best But they'll take me to my grave Take me to my grave