Panic divides petrified minds
As stare through the slotted blinds
Between finger and thumb
I search for someone
'Cause I heard a noise in the night
Was it leaves in the breeze
Or crucified thieves
Or was it the secret police?
Who's trying to mess with me?
A weary world leans on its crutch
Walking down Main Street all boarded up
Line up for liquor, need to feel numb
Woke up this morning wantin' to buy a gun
Something small and discreet
Something I can tuck in my jeans
When I go out in the streets
The finite future is choosing the losers
So who is it gonna be? You or me?
(You or me)
I got no peace of mind to rest
No peace of mind to rest
No peace of mind to rest
No peace of mind to rest
[Harmonica Solo]
Breaking bread with your empty chair
My superstitious side is saying prayers
Oh, depression's a deadly weapon a
Wish I could believe in the clouds of heaven
'Cause then I'd know you're okay
And I'd no longer have to worry
If the ground is cold at night
Or if the gravedigger left on a light
The finite future is choosing the losers
So who is it gonna be? You or me?
(You or me)
I got no peace of mind to rest
No peace of mind to rest
No peace of mind to rest
I got no peace of mind to rest
No peace of mind to rest
No peace of mind to rest
No peace of mind to rest
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