So-Called Living, 1991

3 a.m. shots ring again Good-bye to another night's rest Pusher in the tradewinds been cold two days Found dead by the manager's kid More fights at the show last night More leave in the ambulance Homeboy spendin' the night in emergency Caught a monkey-wrench in the head A life full of nothing, or little more This city starts to take it's toll Frustration aches, the tension breaks Self-destruction takes it's hold Watch me going (ever see despair? just look in my eyes) Nowhere Watch me going (here i was born and here I'll die) Nowhere So what's the use continuing? If living means nothing more Than to face another week trying to make ends meet? Finished off by passing out on the floor Can't you see that there's more to this? Or are you content at wasting away? Live a life that's lost, hide from the cost End up dead in a downtown alley-way A hand extended there's life at the cross There's no need to go on living this way Can't take seeing another life lost Or feel again that empty look on your faces