Walking through a life you'll find,
It's so easy to get hung up, these troubled times.
It's so hard to know what's right to do.
Just go on walking through...
Hold on to what you've been taught.
Now you're burned by all the lies that you once bought,
And all the demons they created you once fought.
Has it all been for naught?
And by now I've gotten used to the cold,
Without a heavy coat to call my own.
And as we walk on through,
Past the church and the school,
In bloomfield, or whatever you say
Well I'd like to be robbed,
But there aren't any jobs that would suit me anyways.
So walking through a life like mine,
Well wear the crucifixications they've fixated to your mind.
You find no matter what you try to do,
They're gonna put that cross on you...
And by now you've got used to the nails...