Here at the end, pathetic again But I'll hang your clothes on the line, on the line Curse all the soldiers, I swear that I'll hold ya When gentle days pass through my mind, through my mind Shackle the wind and I'll see you again When I ain't got nothing to prove. Shackle the wind and I'll see you again When I ain't got nothing to prove. Indian dreams and debutante summers I stammered and stuttered through lies, through lies You took advantage of a splintered filled victory While weakness held on in my eyes, in my eyes (Chorus) Cedar chest letters, tears in a dorm A rain dog alone in the storm, in the storm Victim of alleyways, cancer torn families Victim of alleyways born, still born (Chorus x2) Here at the end, pathetic again But I'll hang your clothes on the line, on the line