If you're walking home late at night

dressed up and alone

dont you get tired of being white

buffalo never roam

go to sneak up behind you

still your boss tapped your phone

'cause you might be keepin secrets

that you ain't supposed to know

now it's about to be 

and your bus 

and the lovely miss liberty

is just another whore

(there's somethin I gotta tell ya)

its hard to see things your way

and its hard to understand the things you say

most of all

its hard to get hard these days

now if you got to hate someone

you might as well hate yourself

you find that you dont deserve it now

more than anyone else

so get out of your kitchen

and get out of your bed

got to tell them what you've always wanted to tell them

'cause in the morning you might be dead

so dont call the doctor

'cause Ill be ok

its just a passing sad daydream

and it led me astray

and its hard to see things your way

and its hard to understand the things you say

but most of all

its hard to get hard these days

and I ain't proud of nothin

but its better that way

'cause its too loud for talkin

and there aint much to say

so pick up your explosives

and pack up your gun

if you ain't chasin someone

you got to be on the run

and Im so far from home now

nothin better anyway

I aint lookin to make a livin now

I just need a place to stay