Hospitals are hotels for the unstable.
A one night stay will scare your head on straight,
at least for the day. Hand-bathed and coffee stained,
your muddy shoes walk right over the news.
What could you do?
We all fall in place, headlines and open refrain.
All hands are up, I'm not gonna just come clean.
Public transportation is a sort of urban religion.
Offer up your coin; sit quiet, detained and annoyed.
It won't get you nearer to heaven faster,
just con-artists whose only love's in your pockets.
What could you do about it?
We all fall in place, deadlines and overt disdain.
All hands are up, I'm not gonna just
come clean with every secret
I'm withholding from your intelligence.
Incriminate me; take my name through the mud;
I’ve made it worse than anything you could drag up.
Interrogate me; torture me if you please;
how are you gonna break a broken man's peace?
We're all criminals, undeniable,
but it doesn't mean we're evil.
