I’m standing in Brooklyn just waiting for something to happen.
I can’t help but look thinking that everyone doesn’t get it.
To my left there’s a window. (Where did I go?)
My reflection just blends in (To roads of gold)
And bad ideas, (But ideas nonetheless and so)
I’ll put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life, just a better place to die.
I’ll put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life, just a better place to die.
I happened to stumble upon a chapel last night.
And I can’t help but back up when I think of what happens inside.
I got friends looked in boxes. (That’s no way to live)
(What you callin’ a sin) Isn’t all up to them.
After all, after all I thought we were all your children.
But I will die for my own sins, thanks a lot.
We’ll rise up ourselves, thanks for nothing at all,
So up off the ground, our forefathers are nothing but dust now.
I’ll put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life, just a better place to die.
I’ll put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life, just a better place to die.
Maybe I should learn to shut my mouth.
I am over twenty-five and I can’t make a name for myself
Some nights I break down and cry
I’m lucky that my father’s still alive
He’s been fighting all his life and if this is all I’ve ever know
Then may his soul live on forever... in my song.
I’ll put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life, just a better place to die.
I’ll put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life, just a better place to die.
In front of the other one
In front of the other one
Just a better place to die.
