I’m standing in Brooklyn just waiting for something to happen.
I can’t help but love thinking that everyone doesn’t get it.
To my left is a window.
Where did I go?
My reflection just blends in to rows of clothes
And bad ideas, but ideas nonetheless and so…
I put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life – just a better place to die.
I put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life – just a better place to die.
I happen to stumble upon a chapel last night.
And I can’t help but back up when I think of what happens inside.
I got friends locked in boxes (That’s no way to live).
What you’re callin’ a sin isn’t up to them.
After all (after all), I thought we were all your children.
But I will die for my own sins – thanks a lot.
We’ll rise up ourselves – thanks for nothing at all,
So up off the ground
Our forefathers are nothing but dust now.
I put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life – just a better place to die.
I put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life – just a better place to die.
Maybe I should learn to shut my mouth.
I am over twenty-five and I can’t make a name for myself
Some nights I break down and cry
I’m lucky that my father’s still alive
He’s been fighting all his life
And if this is all I’ve ever known then may his soul live on forever in my song.
I put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life – just a better place to die.
I put one foot in front of the other one.
I don’t need a new love or a new life – just a better place to die.
In front of the other one
In front of the other one
Just a better place to die.