When you're walking in the street 
Spoiling for a fight, 
Hoping for a miracle 
And there's no miracle in sight 
Registerin zero 
'cause you're bombed out on the blues, 
You feel like some bad story 
In yesterdays news. 

It make you want to make lay face down 
On the grass so brown, 
Where the sun beats down 
On the bakin ground. 
To find sweet release 
In endless sleep. 
Endless sleep. 

When you're hanging by a thread, 
Clutchin at a straw, 
Ain't got nothing left 
And the world keeps shoutin more, more. 
You haven't got an earthly 
'cause your heart bust up inside. 
Nobody you can turn to this time 
No place you can hide. 

Makes you want to lay face down 
On the grass so brown 
Where the sun beats down 
On the bakin ground. 
To find sweet release 
In endless sleep. 
Endless sleep. 
Endless sleep.