Wrong Side of the Tracks

Strung Out

Suburban Teenage Wasteland Blues

Wrong Side Of The Tracks

Tell me what you want from me,

cause I don't know exactly

what you want me to be

There's no place left for me

to go now so why don't you

come kick me around for

a while

Down here you won't see me cryin'

ain't got no time for that

I've planned a million ways to

sacrifice myself now

Seems every time I try to gain a

little ground-I wind up right back

Where I never thought I'd be

down here it feels

alright

Plenty of time

to find another way,

self-destruction's the only way

I know how to

Maybe another time, maybe another

day, I'll be strong enough to leave

this place behind me

like a clown I'll raise my glass

to the sky and toast another night

Serenadin' my reflection

Plenty of time to find another

way to seize the day without this bottle

of redemption

So tonight I'll stumble my way

home, maybe tomorrow I'll find

myself a job

but tonight I got the moon

and the stars I got a song in

my head and a pocket full of nothin'

Well I got no plans got

no peace of mind

I gotta find a way outta here

Took a little more than I gave

away

Now it's up to me to get up and

try to get it right