This is the life, baby. Wouldn't you agree? I live in hell, I don't know what's wrong with me. But I've been under the impression that it's up to us to choose. I've got them stuck in this place, man, left here in a wasteland blues. I've got no friends, got no job, no car. Mistaken for a person didn't take me very far. And I've been shit on so much I've got nothing left to lose. I've got them kick you in the face and leave you in a wasteland blues. If you've never been alone, if you've ever felt free, if you've been happy at all you don't got nothing on me. It's cold, it's dark, and damn near everything is dead. Now, that ain't the kind of thing that I want in my head. And I don't know what is up there turning the screws. I've got them taken to the basement, dying in a wasteland blues. I've got them don't know where the days went, lost in this wasteland blues.
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