Like this bridge above and below this wastelike I gotHigh hopes with my eyes on GodLike I am well dressed but an emotional slobMaybe youwill humor me in this reparteeWhere we avoid what’s real and dance the night awayWhere we squander our days and dance the night awayHere starts a gang fight under the bridgeIt’s over a drug deal or some other thug-life passionLet’s watch the battle as if we’re not a part of itThey surely don’t care that we’re hereKiss me girl now kiss me, care for me and love me alwayscuz if you stop caring for me I might get soberThen I never will return to this place where I’m in love with her