Well I am a storm , my fuse is so short
My soul is blue and I'll leave you hanging
I'll leave you worn and you'll be through
But I keep on banging my head against that same wall again
Got an eviction notice at my door
Body is all torn to pieces from my friend Morphine
I can't seem to sleep , I'll shake and cry on the floor
And I'll keep on banging my head against that same wall again
Now I'm facing time in the county jail
So I pack my bags and head out for the west coast
But running away from my troubles never changed a god damn thing
Because I keep on banging my head against that same wall again