Losers, Kings, and Things We Dont Understand lyrics

Like quicksand, i'm always getting deeper
The more I struggle, the more I get in deeper
And here I am, out there doing time
Out on the mission, down on the mission line
I'm down in the mission

Jenny who can I turn to
you give me something I can hold on to
now you think I'm like the others before
who saw you name and number on the wall

Jenny I got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny don't change your number
867-5309, 867-5309, 867-5309, 867-5309

Jenny your the girl for me
you don't know me, but you make me so happy
I tried to call you before but I lost the nerve

Just two good old boys, never meaning no harm
Beats all you never saw, been in trouble with the law
Since the day they was born

Straightening the curves, flattening the hills
Well someday the mountain might get 'em but the law never will

Making their way, the only way they know how
That's just a little bit more than the law will allow

Just two good ol' boys, wouldn't change if they could

Late at night
I can see so clearly
They see right through me

And I know that ten years before
I was the kid at the corner store and I still know
And at that age things are so confusing
And no matter what I tried
I still wound up losing. are things still that confusing?
And at that age, that awkward age
I knew someday that things would change

Have I been thinking too much tonight

Man this town will drive you insane
Check my thoughts to check my brain
Hold my wallet like it's glued
In one square block it'll tell you
What it thinks of you
And there's nothing you can do
And all that's left to say
And all that's left to say, now
Is feet don't fail me now
Man I must be out of my mind
This town can be so unkind
Forget about sleep there's nothing you can do

Do you see me out there

Getting ready to go

Packing my frustrations away

I can always go for miles and still don't know

Why my disappointments always stay,

Packing all my frustrations away...

Why my disappointments always stay...

Am I wasting my time

I don't know what I will find...

Took eighteen years to realize

I don't know the reasons why!

The day I walked away

Second street west of 39th

Tries to sleep

But he only winds up walking all night

Tries to remember when his head was right...

Sees his breath in the corner light

He walks away from his life

He tries to find...

Third street east of 49th

Can't sleep

She always seems to cry all night

Smokes another as the neighbors fight

Can't seem to keep her head on right

Step it up my life
spent round the clock
has got me running on a treadmill with no time to stop
and competition has put a price on time,
see all the people you left behind
and step on all the people that have fell behind,
competition has put a price on time.
Man,
I'm all I've got,
like it or not,
I'm all I've got.
I'm Econolodged.

I'm wondering around what used to be
downtown wet and feeling cold and kinda feeling old,
I'm walking around and I can almost hear the sound
of everyone I've known and all the people I've seen get up and go.
And there's nothing left to say when I look at friends and see how they've changed.
I kinda wish that it was years ago.
It's another missed connection,

I always thought of music as more than words and sounds
Something more like inspiration that
Always comes and picks me off the ground
Yeah yeah yeah it gets me off the ground
And I always thought that music yeah yeah
It?ll pull you through
And then I hear the music yeah yeah
It?ll pull you through
Yeah soundcheck to an empty room
To an empty room to an empty room
Soundcheck to an empty empty room

Watching the man up in the window
it always seems to me
that in 10 more years another someone may be watching me.
And do I really know what goes on inside?
As he dances down the street to the music in his mind,
time after time.
Watching the man up in the window
it always seems to me
that I'll be the one talking to myself as someone sits and watches me.
And do I really know what goes on inside

Give us any chance we'll take it
Leave us any rule we'll break it
We're gonna make our dreams come true
Doin' it our way
Nothings gonna turn us back now
Straight ahead and on the track now
We're gonna make our dreams come true
Doin' it our way
There's nothing we won't try
Never heard the word impossible
This time there's no stopping us
We're gonna do it
On your marks get set and go now

Focus a moment
On the message sent
The anthem of a generation
Based on degredation and resent
Where money and power
And being the man of the hour
Has left communication
Left it standing out to sour
We fucked ourselves again

It was a cold december on 2nd ave and 6th st.

Too cold to think about anybody passing me

When I overheard 'I'm gonna tell you straight from the shoulder...

Boy... You better get running'

On the corner of 2nd and 6th and outta time,

With a cough, feeling lost and a bottle of cheap wine.

Just then I realized that I can't seem to understand

When I saw that guy heading for the dopeman.

There is a place not far from the city
Where old men go to die and bums are pissing
Last night no one checked out,
And I checked back in
While toothless winos
Watched and grinned
And they don't really care about you
Some things you can't tell
Sometimes I can't take the smell
St. James Hotel

Have you been feeling down, pushed around
Feeling like everything has been done before
Do I need to understand every word from every man
Or everything from every band
Can I say it's all been done before
Religion, science, similes to metaphors
Can it be that there's nothing new
When there's more ways of looking at the truth
The more things seem to change
The more they just stay the same

Jenny, Jenny who can I turn to
You give me something I can hold on to
I know you'll think I'm like the others before
Who saw your name and number on the wall
Jenny I've got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny don't change your number
8 6 7-5 3 0 9 (8 6 7-5 3 0 9)
Jenny, Jenny you're the girl for me
You don't know me but you make me so happy
I tried to call you before

When you look around
What you got don't mean a thing...
Waiting, waiting, waiting - stop!
You gotta stand and pick yourself up...
Hanging around don't mean a thing
Unless you hold the power ring.

I've never known what made you get up and go
And what pushed you over the edge,
When we were up on the roof
Was it the truth when you said
You never made a single difference.
Did you get it in your head
That things are better left unsaid
when you up and left town now?
Did you need to rearrange
Or did you need to make a change
Rather than just rotting the place
We used to hang around?

I wish I could have it all
And even if I could and then I would take it all,
Start it new with one thing that I could do
One wish I'd take it all away
I'd take it all away from you
I'd wish it all away...

The world keeps on spinning.
Inside his head keeps on spinning.
Wishing he could be on top for once,
seems he hasn't spoke a word in months.
It's the complications that make him lazy
and it's the frustrations that make him so lazy.
He's the whipping boy.