I don't know why I feel like I do

Rats in my head stones in my shoes

I can't explain the way that I feel

It hovers like a ghost inside of me

And I know it's real I don't know why

I don't why

I don't why

I don't why

Slum education tenement kid

He knew the score kept it well hid
Mother was damaged father was too

Handed down the generations

Inheritance blues

I don't why

I don't why

I don't why

I don't why

Some find it easy to find their way home

Some always troubled

In some kind of storm

Some always wounded injured and wronged

Crying and screaming from coast to coast
Closed like a fist

I don't why

I don't why

I don't why

I don't why