Shooting heroin by candlelight/ this isn't addiction--it's a phase, and I got my grasp on the handle, TIGHT//And I can handle it....right?/WRONG!/ I never seek truth and self-improvement, I just get high while I write songs////Man without a country, a prophet with no church/ when I think of all the miles covered on foot, my feet hurt//Came up from the mud so it's a safe assumption I bleed dirt/ Made a clean break, because I clean the burn////Street sojourner coated in steam/ this is the city bemoaning/ with h