I am spitting venom at the people in my path
Those along the streets, those on the train tracks
If a man gave me a road map then I'd know just where to run
I'll carry all my weapons, my tired eyes, and my gun
If the distance doesn't kill me, I don't know what will
Life is passing by, and I'm just standing still
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