How could they let me just wander like this,nEyes rolling round in dismay.nThere's a price on my head, it just hasn't been fixed,nBut I think tomorrow it may.nnI would drink anything they would sell me herenAnd not even ask what I paynI'd walk if they told me the highway was cleannAnd not even look both ways.nnWell the sidewalk is shady, I fully expectnA piano to fall on my headnThe music in the street, it sounds good to me nownBut it probably sounds better when you're dead.nnDon't forget each day your lungs turn more blacknJust from the shit in the air.nThere's so many people that pass 'cross my eyes,nI almost forget they're there.