Vague As

I'm feelin' dead beat, dead meat
Cold hand's 'n' cold feet
Old clothes and old woes
I've got no money, I've got no hope
I can't work, I can't play
No food, I got no pay
False smiles 'n false dreams
I get nightmares and nightscreams
Day's long, day breaks
Cold sweats and cold shakes
A hard life, a hard bed
Sore feet and a sore head
Cheap boys and cheap girls
A sad town in a sad world
My whole life's just about to fall
Now my back's standing right up against the wall

As I walk along the boulevarde of broken dreams
By the gutters washed away by a filthy stream
Of yesterday's news and the morning waste
From the traffic of the night and an unsolved case
For the D's and the C's of the CSI
No-one being noticed by the passers-by
And big black Caddies with their chauffeured pimps
Check to see that their stock's not just hanging limp
And the beckoning lights now are cold and broken
Like the sleepless in the doorways with their golden tokens
Of the former promise of the time of their lives
From the vacant bottles lying by their side
Used to fly so high in the land of plenty
But he's broken down at the age of twenty
Once gonna be someone rich and famous
But now lying there looking lost and vague as

Thought that I could make it here
But turns out it's just a land of fear
No-one cares about the pain I'm in
They're too busy living their lives of sin
Drawn by the lure of an easy buck
You need more here than an ounce of luck
My whole life's just about to fall
Now my back's up against the wall

Came into this town so young and able
When a prima-donna angel led me to a table
Showed me visions of a life so far ahead of me
Showed me how to bet my life on the number three
As the red and green blur of the spinning wheel
Falsified my dreams of a winning deal
The One-Armed-Bandit choir singing out their song
"Just one more time, you know you can't go wrong!"
But the cards they're dealing me just keep on draining me dry
Couldn't see for tears that blind my eye
Got seduced by the call of a neon lover
Didn't see beneath the surface or behind the cover
All that glitters can be bought and sold
By the dealers and those living on a crop of fool's gold
Once gonna be someone rich and famous
But now I'm lying here looking lost and vague as...

As I walk along the boulevard of broken dreams
By the gutters washed away by a filthy stream
Of yesterday's news and the morning waste
From the traffic of the night and an unsolved case
For the D's and the C's of the CSI
No-one being noticed by the passers-by
And big black Caddies with their chauffeured pimps
Check to see that their stock's not just hanging limp
And the beckoning lights now are cold and broken
Like the sleepless in the doorways with their golden tokens
Of the former promise of the time of their lives
From the vacant bottles lying by their side
Used to fly so high in the land of plenty
But he's broken down at the age of twenty
Once gonna be someone rich and famous
But now lying there looking lost and vague as