When I grew up I wanted to be an astronaut;
Leave earth behind, blast off to find
a pale oasis/pair of aces
out under the stars.

That dream is dead. I'm barely fed,
I end up in a cell as often as I end up in a bed.

The only stars I ever see
flash in the back of my eyelids
when my head hits the concrete.

Passing out can be so sweet,
It resets the beating.
Another night locked up waiting for the sun to shine.
In or out, it's just as fine.
What do you know, it's
another night locked up waiting for the sun to shine.

Bet you never talked to somebody like me
with your coward's voice and college degree.
You crossed the street, we happened to meet,
I had nothing to eat so you were on the menu
Gun to your head, your teeth on the grass,
that cop came out of nowhere and saved your ass, but if I

had had your luck, I sure as fuck wouldn't be
wasting away for the same fuck who had zoned me.

I never asked to be lonely.
I’m one of a kind.
Another night locked up waiting for the sun to shine

Another night locked up waiting for the sun to shine
A busted orbital and a metal bed after the fight
A coward’s flight in the dead of night

I've been a victim all my life.
I don't plan anymore, I'm just a small chain reaction
objecting to wealth, objecting to you,
I'm grounded for life, but what I do
is mine to choose and I won't blame you for it.
It's a pain to orbit.
Another night locked up, waiting to get what’s mine.