Carry on Jack, dragging your bones, sinchronise with the pace of evolution. In these mean streets only the strong will survive, life is hard and the hurdles are high. Take a look all around the landscape, from the heights of the wealthy to the belly of the beast. Everybody is craving something that don't exist, 'cause the hunger don't cease, and we're empty inside.
And every time I think I've arrived, I'm back to square one. And when I feel a bit satisfied, it doesn't last very long.
We're going round in ever increasing circles.
I've been knocking around with those gits that live to raise hell and have no regrets. I've been spending my time with the ones that have severed ties with reason and sense. Nonetheless I feel pushed to confess that I thrive on the challenge to keep my integrity. Yes I know, I stumble between chaos and order time and again.
