Oh, sweet coming nothing
That embraces down my soul
In the moments of need
Where the pavement became like a land without hope
I’ve been deep down the gutter
I’ve been between walls of gold
On the road to nowhere
In the city of trouble where’s hard to find home
The highway blues cleared up my eyes
Between the black dogs

The hole in my soul
Their play with dignity
As she crawls and begs for more
I had tried but I can't find
No sympathy

The alleyway holds enlightenment
Sculpting heads out the mud
Writing over the walls shades of newfound trouble
With both misery and love
In thel land of the bastards
A free soul must be caught
Maybe your eyes must be bought
Or your mouth must be shutted
Before you found a way out
Doesn’t matter that bridges are all burned
I walk the road down

The hole in mine soul
Their play with dignity
As she crawls and begs for more
I have tried but I can't find
No sympathy
No sympathy