Cut through the haze. The loneliness won't last. Staring down the future. Choking down the past. Time is of the essence. Watch the clock tick. Youth is a waiting room. Pills to numb your fits. I damn myself again. Another egotrip. Crawling sideways just to scratch the itch. Now I'm running through the streets at dawn. That hellhound is still on my trail but the darkness is almost gone.Most people never really come to know how fragile sanity is. My doctor tole me to remember the good times when I feel like I'm hitting the skids. So I remember that Brooklyn rooftop. I remember walking the tracks. I remember everything I said and I ain't taking nothing back.
Useless Generation: I sing your song against your will
Useless Generation: I am your prince of paranoia and thrills.
Useless Generation: I'm kicking over trash cans for your sins.
Useless Generation: As lights go on and another workday begins.
It's a good life if you don't weaken, so I won't weaken. And I'm a kid with a history of confusion. The life that was pushed upon me was one I could never lead. Cause my candle burns at both ends. My problems never seem to end. Just like my footsteps in the vein of the American night. Just like the burning in my lungs. Just like the rocks in my guts. Just like I can't get enough. With persistence of my vision. With this bottle in my hand. I bless the thieves who stole my masks. I wander this land and through it all... I drag my chains, they don't drag me... through moments of pain. I drag my chains, they don't drag me... through moments of grace. I drag my chains, they don't drag me... through untamed thoughts. I drag my chains, they don't drag me. I walk right through. Cause my candle burns at both ends. My problems never seem to end. Just like my footsteps in the veins of the American night. Just like fire in my lungs. Just like the burning in my guts. Just like I can't get enough. Only the madman is wise in a world of cold logical minds. I seed no shelter. I emerge unscathed. As propaganda rains down even harder I become that much stronger. I walk right through.
My name is Stagger Lee. And I'm walking through the ice and snow. And my girl threw me out last week. And I'm fucking broke. Nothing but this dollar in my pocket and my Colt .45. Don't look at me the wrong way... cause I got nothing to lose tonight. I walk into JD's. I put a dollar down. I turn a dollar into a few. I start drinking and I turn around. Cause I feel a pair of eyes burning into the back of my neck. He's whispering to the barkeep. The goddamn fool won't stop staring at me. So I shoot up from my seat and press the cold steel to his head and said, "Don't you know who the fuck I am?" He said, "Stagger Lee, please don't take my life. I've got a kid back home and I've got a wife." He said, "Please, Stagger, please. I'm a friend, not a foe. But your girl is with Billy at the Flamingo. I just thought you should know." So I pistol whip him in the teeth and walk outside. Steal the first fast car I see. And as my blood starts to boil... I start to take a little ride. Leave the car running. Pull down the brim of my Black Stetson Hat. Look around and I see no witness. One last drink from my silver flask. I kick open the door. I see their bodies intertwined. I see the fear in their eyes. I point my Colt .45 and I feel divine.
Stagger Lee... you're a bad, bad man.
Oh Stagger Lee, you're going straight to hell.
Stagger Lee, you're a bad, bad man.
Oh Stagger Lee, you're going strait to hell.
The last words I heard before I slammed the door... "You gotta be humble in this life." But my shoulders tell me that ain't right as I race down the stairs and step out into the night. I scan the city skyline... smoking like a neon mechanized Christ. So I walk with intent towards my salvation. Thoughts rise and fall... sharpen my mind into a razor. I try to see into the future. I try to sense impending danger. There's a bum on the corner with his shopping cart filled with plastic bags. Somedays I would wonder how he got there. Not tonight, I don't care. Steam rising up from the gutter... shining in the headlights of passing cars. The sound of distant sirens drowned out by thick concrete walls. My state of mind makes me all alone on this platform in this subway station. If you can make it here... no one will care. I see faces cut by lines of weariness. Intelligent eyes hardened by cynical resignation. I catch my reflection... my face is changing too. I find the reasons while I suffer just like all the others. Up the stairs into a hazy dream. I hear the neons scream. I hear the billboards scream. Fields of concrete stretching infinitely. The industries that made us free... with money to spend on all the wrong things. I get down on my knees. The crowds rush past me. I pray to no one and I feel nothing.
The grass was never green. There was never purity. Some say it's all over... stupid fucking jaded burnouts.
Young ones: carry on. Destroy and annoy.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Fuck The Glory Days!
We don't care what you think.
We don't care what you say.
You don't get to decide
It's ours. Go Away. Shut up.
How did it feel to twice become a saint? How did it feel to twice be burned at the stake? Did you fly too high like icarus? Did you run to fast? Did you give too much love to a world that would never understand? We are the flowers that grew from the sod. How dreary to be somebody. I too, have no country. And I know how it feels. If you were shining down on me, I wouldn't kneel. I would stand upright the way you did. All your life and everything you dreamed of, so short the kiss. Forever on the silver screen. Forever in our hearts. Forever in these humble streets. Forever like you were in the start. Dancing in your stockings to your 45's. Forever Innocent. Too full: your heart. Too wide: your eyes. In strange places. In the company of strange men. And you said goodbye. And I understand.
Sustained by madness. Sustained by Darkness. Heroes and Fuck-ups bounding through time. I sit alone. I raise a strong drink. To your songs. Your words in think black ink. And lives lived. Not fairy tales but flesh and blood.
Rimbaud on the Red Sea. Strummer in the slum. Plath at her daddy's grave. Hunter with his gun.
These Punks. These Cowards.
These Mad Dogs of Glory.
Bukowski on a binge in the streets of L.A. Those who lived hard cause they could see no other way. Push a little towards me.
These Mad Dogs of Glory.
What you were born to be. What you become. And what is left of a man when his work is done. It's hard to imagine. It's hard to conceive. Your abuse. Your failures. Your boredom. Your years of uncertainty. Too Human. All Too Human. This Breathing in and out. Breathe in. Breathe Out.
Miller in the tropics. Lorca murdered in the street. Richey at the Severn Bridge feeling incomplete.
From here to eternity.
These Mad Dogs of Glory.
An orpahn who spoke the silent language of love. A victim of an American witch hunt. A victim of his times.
These Mad Dogs of Glory.
Sustained by Madness. Sustained by Darkness.
Push a little bit of light towards me.
These Mad Dogs of Glory
Punching that clock. Finding solace in your hidden thoughts. Taking orders from fucking fools. Everything about it grinds down on you. Just do what you gotta do to get where you wanna go. Paychecks while you scheme. Pledge no loyalty to anything but your dreams. Stuck in a rut. They'll give you just enough to keep your mouth shut. Waste of talent. Daily degradation. You better get moving kid, case time's a wastin'. You got the power... but only if you know you do. The path is dim and twisted but there's nothing stopping you. Too many love songs. Too many unanswered prayers. Nobody is gonna save you cause nobody cares. The years are raining down. You gotta find your own way out.
Perfect peace in solitude. Perfect Peace in the crowd. Do you see yourself in me the way I see myself in you? In everything I do I'm always cashing you. Bursting with a passion for life his skin can barely contain. Always watched out for me. Always did the right thing. Always stood up. Works hard and rides hard. No need to speak. Your actions say everything. Through the years. The overtime. The frustrations of the day to day. Never once did you walk away. Drag racing in the moonlit streets. The sweet smell of gasoline. Adrenaline flowing through his veins. He's undefeated. He's unscathed. The Motorcycle Boy Reigns! The Motorcycle Boy Rides Again!
No, this is not what we wanted. Yes, this is all that we've got. Listen to the streets in this town and you'll hear a plea for dignity in a life without. It's near midnight on Saturday Night. These sad clowns will chatter till Sunday morning light.
We're common. We're desperate..
We'll do this our own way.
We grew up strong in these humble streets.
We worked all week and we're drinking tonight. There's no end in sight in these humble streets. Methamphetamine still rampant. Churches and bars are full but the library is vacant. Baby faced veterans and factory men singing the same jukebox songs with bottles stuck to their lips. So many children raised on welfare and T.V. It's easy to see how the circle remains unbroken. And I am one of the lucky ones...
We're common. We're desperate.
We'll do this our own way.
We grew up proud in these humble streets.
We can work every day. Watch T.V. every night. There's no end in sight in these humble streets. But I'm just singing my cheap white boy blues. When I get back home I'll be drinking right next to you.
We're Common. We're Desperate.
I'll do this my own way.
Wherever I may roam this is where I remain.
And I belong to these humble streets.
I sit on my roof and I smoke. Stare across the street at the funeral home. And drive out past the factories on the gravel roads where it gets so dark. And I can see all the stars and I feel so small 'round midnight. The paper says the whole world is on fire. But this street is quiet. The paper says the whole world is on fire. But this street is quiet... And the silence is the violence of sex and dying in the middle classes.
The silence is the violence of sex and dying in the lower classes.
The silence is the violence of sex and dying in the upper classes.
My love overflows. My skull overflows. But my heart never breaks. We pray for petty things in our petty lives as if god has the time. There is a reason we feel so small when we've lost our reason to thrive.
Everyone is fucked. Everyone is damned. But no one will open their eyes. Have you ever heard a joke like this before? I raise a toast to a genius god. I live in a big house with all of my friends. I sing these stupid songs. I roam all these highways. I hope it never ends. And when I think about it all it's almost too much to bear.
It's hell and it opens your eyes.
When I think about it all it's almost too much to bear.
It's heaven and it opens your eyes.