[long instrumental intro] ... over an empty bed stained wallpaper the five o´clock train to boston, massachusetts shakes me back to life cheap booze in the bottle on my shirt and in my aching head shouting out warnings no one cares to listen i´m mad, bad and dangerous to know or was it something else i should remember they keep their distance as i crawl out into reality breathing in fumes exhausts and smog inhaling, exhaling down by the river i stop to see my image in the oily surface i gasp at the sight swear i´ll sober up get a grip on myself and then i remember why the hell i´m here in this city without future and i fall to my knees bend my head and start to weap begging dimes and dollars i buy another bottle crawl into it and it starts all... [long instrumental outro]
