This broken light in my hand
Makes me more of a man
Rob a bank to suit my day
Grab your purse for my pay
I need to stay awake
A little bag filled with greed
Pathetic habit I need to feed
I'm toast, over done
Step out in the night
A voice says it's alright
It gonna happen tonight
The devils help bringing the pain
Feel it flowing though my veins
Clinch my fist and raise my hand
Pick up a pipe made of lead
This broken light in my hand makes me more of a man
This broken light in my hand so high I never land