Jawbreaker - Condition Oakland Lyrics
I rode down to the tracks.Thinking they might sing to me.But they just stared back.Broken, trainless and black as night.Climbed out onto my roof.So I'd be a poet in the night.Beat the walls off my room.I saw the big room that is this life.This is my condition:***** and hysterical,Reaching to grab a handthat I just slapped back at.This is my condition:Desperate, alone,Without an excuse.I try to explain. Christ, what's the use?Read and I felt so small.Some words keep speakingWhen you close the book.Drank and just about smiled.Then I remembered us in that bed.Put my ear to the door.I just heard hot rodsand gunshots and sirens.People kill me these days.There's keys in their eyesBut they lock from the inside