No needles, no rehab

No minors, no murder rap

Where's that leave a guy like me

Windy city square

If all that sells is tragedy i haven't got a prayer

Should i try to lose it all, kick it off the track

Just to say i took the fall but "look who's comin' back"



What's the story, where's the dirt

Nobody's happy 'til somebody gets hurt

I don't want to keep up with all that

The garbage that you swallow gonna someday make you fat



Normal childhood, beautiful wife

'scuse me having a wonderful life

Why should i be hungry for someone else's pain

Heroes should have something but talent for fame

Double barrel in the mouth nails it everytime

But that's what legend's all about

Ain't no bigger headline



Maybe i should frequent all the places i'm avoiding

And maybe you should work on building rather than destroying

If this is making friends, i'd rather be lonely



So where's that leave a guy like me

Windy city squart

I may never make page three but ask me if i care


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