Damn that sideways stare I couldn't breath again It's been milked for hours I couldn't sleep again Now it seems so sad Look at all we've had In a thoughtless world They showed me nowhere to go Like the tar black miles Burned by life to touch yourself Obvious and true Hollow gun statistic lie I saw you make a cold effort try I saw you get by in These days These days Shouldn't blame yourself Needing more than what was left Hollowed by the numbers Barbed wire fence but he still swings Paper covers rock Thompson's head but he still clings I saw you make a cold effort try I saw you get by in These days These days These are the days These are the ways Let me sleep some more Suck the kiss from the low girl My cat has nine lives Waiting for the softer kind Gotta reef on it Out of tune and out of print Lands and driving low He showed me nowhere to go These days These are the days These days These are the ways These are the days finding home on the sidewalk Lost in the haze of the straight freak show Blue flame would leap for the joy of the children Blue flame would leap for the faithful going home