haven't got a job because they say
they couldn't employ a no -good freak
I want a position at the top,
no training in a two -day week
I was born into this world and I'm
entitled to the luxuries that I desire
Mars, it may suit me if the
Take me to the streets of
Teach me that a little share of frantise
Is better than a small share of this
I had to sell my car because I never earned
enough to pay the price of fuel
Now I'm playing my guitar because you
understand that I've got the blues
The country is going bad because
You know they just can't see
I'm gonna lock myself away for years,
there's nothing here for me
Is better than our smallest share of rest
Walkin' through the streets,
you know I haven't eaten nothin' for a week or two
I imagine that my belly's gonna swell
until I can't see my shoes
Maybe I can make it if I see some
food I'll take it as I'm passing by
If they catch me they can hang me but at
least I'll know they ain't justified
Lead me to the land of blood
Is better than a smaller share of this
Take me to the land of blood and hunger
Teach me that my own share of vanity
Teach me that a little share of plenty
Oh, they've been told I'll
Take me to the streets of dusk and day
Fix me, oh, how it hurts me
Lead me to the land of love and hope
Taste me in the ocean of gravity
It's better than a soul that's in a mess