Taken to skid rownApocalyptic downtownnWandered from Foley's pub to thisnSomebody's gather menI need a rescue missionnPush me out of harm's way into helpnnI'm still searching for the state of gracenA king of nothingnI've been whittled awaynLike a thief in the nightnRum crushes and steals you, no warningnI'm still searching for a state of gracenA state of gracennCop cars and whistlesnThose bold testimonialsnLook at me screaming at the moonnGot hospitals and preachers sayingnSon we can't reach younI guess I don't know how to ask for helpnnI'm still searching for the state of gracenA king of nothingnI've been whittled awaynLike a thief in the nightnRum crushes and steals you, no warningnI'm still searching for a state of gracenA state of gracennWhat have I come tonWhere am I goingnThese nights are wastednAnd my days I'm throwingnJesus I'm fallingnDo you hear me callingnI need a time outnFrom my own personal hellnnA reprieve, a new chance, some immunitynGoodwill, maybe mercynCould you give it to mennI'm still searching for a state of gracenI'm so tired of running this racennI'm still searching for a state of gracenI'm so tired of running this racennI'm still searching for a state of gracenI'm so tired of running this race