Blown Out

You've got holes in your shirt, grease stained pants. You're just another, another piece of dirt. Whoever thought you'd become such a drunken slob? Wasted life. Believe me, there is a God.

You find me, and these days are gonna change. And I may make you march, you step up to the stage. And try to see all is lost is in the rage. You find me, and these days are gonna change, now. Yeah, think these days are gonna change.

You culminate when we were young, so obnoxious, so high-strung. The people, they say, you always had to be the center of attention. But you, you couldn't drive your car with your crooked suspension.

You find me, and these days are gonna change. Like me, that you want to step up to the stage. And try to see all is lost is in the rage. And you find me, and these days are gonna change. Days are gonna change. These days are gone... these days are gonna, gonna have to deal with it.

Have you noticed abandoned walls? No locks on the bathroom stalls. Supervision wanna get your calls. Nobody's in the shopping malls. Have you seen yourself lately? And try to fix up a man, just maybe you've got yourself fucked up for good. And your friends don't know that they could.

Well, maybe they don't know you're nothing but blown out. These days, so heavy. It's all been blown apart. These days, lose my ready, for when it's all been blown out. These days, so heavy. It's all been blown out. And get your mind ready, for when it's blown out. It's all blown out. It's all blown out. . .