I’ve got broken concrete in my hairnAnd no body seems to carenI’m looking like a freak on the streetnI’m screaming at the skynAnd everybodys making judgments about menAnd you know that they are rightnNobody gives a damn about me any more butnnAs long as life has got me downnI’ll reach for my needlenAs long as life has got me downnI’ll reach for my needlennI’m sleeping on a bed of broken glassnAnd no body give a damnnAbout my shifty assnNo body gives a damn nThat apathy is an answer for younAnd I am still the problem nownI’m richer in my headnI’m richer in my headnnAs long as life has got me downnI’ll reach for my needle nAs long as life has got me downnI’ll reach for my needlennI’ve got the shakes on MondaynAnd I’ll starve tomorrownI know that you don’t pay no mind to menIf I live or dienI know that you don’t want me aroundnYou any morenBut I am trying so damn hard nTo get off my broken bed of glassnnAs long as life has got me downnI’ll reach for my needlenI’ll reach for my needlenAs long as life has got me downnI’ll reach for my needlenI’ll reach for my needlenWhere is my needle nownI can’t find my needlenI can’t find my needlenWhere is my needle nownI can’t find my needlenI can’t find my needlenWhere is my needle nownI can’t find my needlenI can’t find my needle