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 [x4]
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 [x4]
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