[spoken] oknThe moon is fat and lazy.nMe, I'm just down and out.nThe streets are ??? and crazy with shoppers speedin' about.nAnd horses draggin' tourists around the neighborhood.nThose damned kids' ghetto blasters are destroyin' the mood.nThe feeling found by using their imagination.nImaginationnImaginationnImagination, ain't it beautiful, man?nnI wandered into a hall, a back door.nI sit in the corner and watch sweat dance on the floor.nThe band breaks my heart, the music barks at my chest,nI want to touch somebody but all I've got are cigarettes.nI need a light if I'm gonna fight resignation.nResignationnResignationnResignation, ain't it sensible, man?nnSometimes I get the feeling and it's creeping up, precious.nThe past comes back to get ya like a face-masked rapist.nBut you want to put a bullet or a foot in your mouth,nYou're still trying to blow your brains out.nSo I'm leaving.n'Cause I can't stand the feeling, hesitation.nHesitationnHesitationnHesitation, run for your life if you can.nnI'm the beautiful lost loser with a chip in his mouth.nBut I'm too lowly to scrape, dig or spit it out.nThey say you better diet, brush and floss and exercise,nbut plaque or no plaque, we're all gonna die.nAnd weeble-wobbles don't fall down,nthey just get kicked around waiting for...nWaiting for jubilation.nJubilationnJubilationnJubilationnJubilationnJubilation, but me I'm just down and out.nJubilation, but me I'm just down and out.nJust down and out.nJust down and out of it.