I been walkin these backstreets & alleyways
lookin for better days, turnin my gaze to the sky
when your coach turns to a pumpkin, it boils down to one thing
you better find yourself something that gets you by
in this city we built of broken glass
the only kinda glitter that ever lasts
you know it hurts me how I'm thirsty
for that dirt cheap bottle of liquor we spilt
I'm tired of it all, take a wreckin ball
to every brick wall of this city we built...
...of broken glass
the only kinda glitter that ever lasts
restless soul, never found a way back home
