| He’s running wild through the streets at night
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| But he’s hiding in the shadows by the break of day
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| He’s got a clip-on Spydarco knife
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| But it’s just for keeping the wolves at bay
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| 2 AM, fucked up again
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| He’s living with the bottle cause he’s living with the pain
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| Insane, poking veins he’s standing in the rain
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| He’s go nothing to lose and everything to gain
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| Unwanted, unforgiving
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| He’s tired of fighting and he’s tired of living here
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| Swigging bear with nothing to fear
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| He’s got nothing to lose… so he’s always winning.
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| He’s suffocating — the pain can be excruciating
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| And liberating — it helps him forget the world he’s hating
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| Now he’s waiting — and there won’t be any negotiating
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| He’s got nothing to lose, he’s been bloodied and he’s been bruised
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| He ain’t taking anymore abuse
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| He’s had enough of theirs institutions
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| And all the rules he was told to obey
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| They offered no solutions
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| So he hit the street before they put him away
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| In a deprogramming youth care center
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| To rid him of his insubordinate ways
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| «You know that boy ain’t right»
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| Is what you’ll hear his parents say
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| Down on the world and down on his luck
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| He’s got nothing to lose he don’t give a fuck about shit
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| Takin' risks in the street throwing bricks
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| With nothing to lose… you drove him to this
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| Trying hard to forget the past
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| He’s sleeping under the overpass
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| Of I-95 just trying to survive
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| Just waiting for the moon to arrive |