growin´ up in broken homes, you find yourself at ten years old
runnin´ drag and startin´ fights
but minors hide behind their rights
start slow with beer and pot
but soon you´re bored with what you´ve got
try some dope at first for kicks
you´d promised that you´d never fix
fade away from the path you choose
you stuck your arm
started to lose
surround yourself with pain and strife
a downward spiral is your life
some years later your life´s a shell
still locked inside this living hell
only to cope you leave your house
now meet the cops your luck´s run out
you got no love end up in jail
a few more beefs a five year tail
prison term before too long
your number´s up and now you are gone (and thrown away the key)
jails, institutions and death (think i´m fucking kidding?)
now it feels just like a dream
but it´s not what it seems
gotta block out the screams
i´m too tired to defend bring my life to an end
this i can´t comprehend, but it´s coming
now the needle´s in my neck
i know that mine is not the only life i´ve wrecked
now that i know the battle can´t be won
selfishness weighs a ton, lookin´ out for #1
as if my life was so pretty
now things look shitty
and there´s no one to save me from
fuckin´ pain
it burns hot from the inside out
now there ain´t no doubt
how this bout started out
now they´ve finally brought me down
sympathy can´t be found, locking doors the only sound
i´ve screwed over all who care
now it´s only fair they´ve stripped my soul bare
i can´t take it
now it starts to come on strong
the long arm of the law coming down on my head
it´s been so long since i have felt the sun beating down from above
without the bars on my cage reminding me
that i got screwed up and i´ve got no love
from a truck what the fuck
i´ll keep truckin´ down
i´m locked in this cell
kickin´ it in hell
ain´t no joke the straight dope started out (locking doors the only sound)
jails, institutions and death (think you can take your pick?)
kickin´ dope in a jail cell
you wanna die it feels like hell
muscles ache you cannot sleep
stomache ache you cannot eat
do your time and make parole
now you´re free
out of this hole
think you´d learn and start to cope
but from the gate you score some dope
nothing changes
you start to regress
you´re all strung out
life is a mess
once again