For forty days, and for forty nights, I been walkin' down these streets tryin' to get it right. But down there lies darkness, down there lies the past, down there my conscience... kinda kicked my ass. You got me runnin' for cover, runnin' from bein' me. You got me runnin' for cover, for cryin' out loud. I hear them moanin', from distant lands. Have some hookers shut 'em up with some swollen glands. Now beggin's changed, I guess you'll do. Just a hoodrat all jacked off and tangled up in blue. There's blood at home, there's blood on my street. How am I to smile in complete defeat. Well, I'm jumpin' into limbo, tryin' to feel alive. I'm jumpin' into limbo, and I like it. You got me runnin' for cover, runnin' from bein' me. You got me runnin' for cover, for cryin' out loud. Into the quiet dusk I see, curvy clouds chokin' up on irony. I give it a pause, and I break to the left. But I'm wasted and I can't seem to catch my breath. Here I go, just one more time. Findin' out whats goin' on with the party line, well, I'm jumpin' into limbo, tryin' to feel alive. I'm jumpin' into limbo, and I like it. You got me runnin' for cover, runnin' from bein' me. You got me runnin' for cover, for cryin' out loud.