I'm walking down this road And in my hand I hold a gun I'm thirty-four years old And I've got no where left to run I'm just about out of floors that I can sleep on I'm just about out of friends to see me though I'm just about out of my mind but I keep on I'm just about out of my way back to you I walk these empty streets Of this dirty drunken town And the earth beneath my feet That's where I will lie down I'm just about out of floors that I can sleep on I'm just about out of friends to see me though I'm just about out of my mind but I keep on I'm just about out of my way back to you Don't treat me like I'm a criminal Don't act like I'm a bad dream Don't act like I'm a stranger I know I've been a fool Now I'm nearly to your door Will you let me in Or will you laugh and say Oh here we go again I'm just about out of floors that I can sleep on I'm just about out of friends to see me though I'm just about out of my mind but I keep on I'm just about out of my way back to you I'm just about out of floors that I can sleep on I'm just about out of friends to see me though I'm just about out of my mind but I keep on I'm just about out of my way back to you Out of my way back to you Out of my way back to you Out of my way back to you Woooo!