Cigarettes hang like fireflies in the dark where monsters lie in wait for conscious decision to fall beneath neon lights. Why are things so strange when I go downtown for a drink? And why do they always say that drugs are the only reprieve from the pain? To all my friends, I’d like to say I love you. All of this constant revision of freedom and all that it brings is cruel as the boys in the schoolyard who separate flies from their wings. Nothing constricts like the struggle of tryin’ to live like we do; day to day, paycheck to paycheck and always with nothing to lose. Why are things so strange when I go downtown for a drink? And why do they always say that drugs are the only relief from the pain? To all my friends, I’d like to say I love you. The call of the monsters is stronger than any woman’s perfume; And baptism’s only for sinners that live the way we do. Why does it seem so strange when I go downtown in the morning? And why do they always say that drugs are the only release from the pain? To all my friends, I’d like to say I miss you every day but I can’t change.