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 it's 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 don't 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 don't call the doctor 'cause ill be ok Its just a passing sad daydream And it led me astray And it's hard to see things your way And it's 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 it's better that way 'cause it's too loud for talkin And there ain't 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 I'm so far from home now Nothin better anyway I ain't lookin to make a livin now I just need a place to stay
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