Late at night and I'm walking the street
Right behind me Cops on my beat (on my beat)
I look ahead and I want to run (want to run)
I want to shoot them,
But I got no gun
I said, "Whatever happened to the life that I was once
I am afraid, but I don't understand about it
Why do these hard times keep crawling up on me?"
Well, I don't know
Late at night and I'm lying in bed
Some crazy thought running through my head (through my head)
I'm not sleeping and I don't know why (don't know why)
I know that soon my story won't fly
And I said, "Whatever happened to the life that I was once
I am afraid, but I don't understand about it
Why do these hard times keep crawling up on me?"
Well, I don't know
