Sleep

Someone is sleeping on my street
I step over them because I need my coffee
Someone is playing in the hall
I hope they don't grow up at all
And burn my house down

I don't think I ever sleep
There are too many things I need
I don't think I ever sleep
There's nothing here I really need

Someone smells like piss and shit
I guess it's only appropriate
If you could see my elbow
Still, I know my liquor store
And what's in the rice and beans
While I have nothing to move

I don't think I ever sleep
There are too many things I need
I don't think I ever sleep
There's nothing here I really need

My landlord's coming around again
And I don't catch a word he says
I guess it's not important
Junkies lying in the hall
It's not romantic here at all
It's just a cheap excuse to be driven to drink
Driven to drink, driven to drink
Driven to drink, driven to drink, driven to drink
Driven to drink, driven to drink, driven to drink
Driven to drink, driven to drink, driven to drink