Dance the dance we call living and dying
in the valley of the city in the belly of the lion
We work all week long, all week long
You can lose your soul in the concrete riverbeds
Rolling with the flow of the currents of the walking deads
Five o'clock comes and you're a rolling stone
Refrão
Days like these we got nothing to sing about
Days like these I don't know what I think about
Day like these who would have known
Days like these I got nothing to sing about
Days like these I don't know what I think about
Days like these who would have known
Verso 2
Listen to the rhythm of the pawn shop shore
Its got you falling off your hinges like that old screen porch
It's the interstate slipping in your pores again
You can ride the vein from the corner store to Amsterdam
You can bleed the train from the courthouse to the Vatican
But Friday she's a ghost and gonna slip right through your hands, again