Seventeen years in the city
Static clinging to the ceiling
Never did I think it would come to this
Outcome is different than I expected
Never did I think it would come to this
Outcome is different than I expected

Riot cops and cheerleaders
Eyebrows painted on their heads
A mouth full of rotting cavities
Drinking coca-cola in the street
Never did I think it would come to this
Outcome is different than I expected
No, never did I think it would come to this
Outcome is different than I expected

Shot in the leg, shot in the leg
My leg is a bone, nobody home
My hand is a wire, the sky is on fire
The drums are beating, pistols and jeans
Left for dead, left for dead
Left for dead, dead as a fly