Where'd you get the shirt On your back, who's whim Put you here Scrounging for freedom Between strict lines, you drink You drink another beer You make plans and talk Along, but never Follow through No hand ever reaches out Oh with whom Will you commune There's the watch on your wrist And the dull and aimless rage Clenched in your fist And theres the scar That just appeared in the mirror This morning Remnants of the places that you been Written on the skin you suspect You were not born in but, rather Given See the canyon open wide See it smile As you fall Watch the big stars lidless eye Swallow us Cowards all