Like Samson and Delilah
She went and cut his hair
It left him weak and helpless
And his head was cold and bare
Now I kind of feel like Sampson because I lost that thing
The crutch that kept me up
The floating in my sink
My head is feeling chilly
Delilah made her cut
The thing that helped my feelings gone
Now there's no step to my strut
And I'm an empty person
I'm a drunk without a drink
A junkie with no needle
A wise man who can't think
So take a look around me
I'm a dirty worthless rat
My allies all abandoned me
I was blinded as I sat
And I'm chained here just like Sampson
The Pillars on my arms
The Building's tumbling over me
Because I caused myself such harm
And I'm chained here just like Sampson
Feeling just like Sampson
Feeling just like Sampson
Feeling just like Sampson