Story Behind the Song
Portrait of a fictional lost soul, and the morbid path some of the mentally ill are doomed to tread...
Lyrics
You're telling me, you read your diagnosis
Disability, black coffee, and psychosis
Between the lines, you read your morning lesson
This is your wine--the blood of Smith & Wesson
Down the avenue, in love with indigo and cobalt blue,
You go down, Warren-- where you are
Where do we go, when we are forced to wander
We can't go home, the kingdom waits up yonder
On a downtown train, you tell the driver you can feel his pain
Just killing time, waiting for the sun
What some call crime, others do for fun
In the midnight hour, the sirens are an only urban choir...
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