Lyrics:

If you've been kicked in or abused or mistreated or misused
You are told there is nowhere to go but up for you
If you've been hurt or you've been betrayed
Or you've been fucked or you've been displaced
You are told it was probably your fault anyway

But when your Hustler subscription and your Xanax prescriptions
Make you feel lonelier instead
You don't want to hear about all those starving children
You don't want to be told it's all in your head
Cause if it's all in your head, that's terrible

I saw a junkie lying in a puddle of his own blood last week
I saw a cyclist get hit by a car
I saw a homeless guy chug a bottle of mouthwash on Christmas Eve
No, you can never fall too far

You can buy a salad glove, you can buy an iPod
And you can sell that shit to Bookman's when your wife dies and you lose your job
You can hope it gets better, you can follow your dreams
But hope is for presidents and dreams are for people who are sleeping

My friend Erin says, 'at best, we're all two or three bad decisions away
From becoming the ones that we fear and pity'
And Tony says it's important to bear some witness when you can
And that's not hard to do in the city that I live in

You don't have it any better, you don't have it any worse
You're an irreplaceable human soul with your own understanding of what it means to suffer
And that's a huge bummer