I go for drinks with the thieves on these streets
They take what they want and then they let me free
I used to be a well respected man,
From New York City to San Fran
I write about the visions I see
While you do penance for the Lord
Down on your knees
That stuff is going to kill you
But it probably won't tonight
So I sit back and you get high
I play the guitar and you sing your songs to me
7 hours awake and 17 asleep
You used to be a confidant girl
Before I came into your world
I write about the visions I see
While you do penance for the Lord
Down on your knees
That stuff is going to kill you
But it probably won't tonight
So I sit back and you get high
That stuff is going to kill you
But it probably won't tonight
So I sit back and you get high
Camouflaged by pretty faces
Dying cells and flooding basements
No one really knows where we are
So let's make a run for it
Swim back up to the surface
I'm terrified of leaving you alone
I write about the visions I see
While you do penance for the Lord
Down on your knees
That stuff is going to kill you
But it probably won't tonight
So I sit back and you get high
That stuff is going to kill you
But it probably won't tonight
So I sit back and you get high