Sleeping In the Train Yard

Welcome to the other side of the tracks
 Where we starve for a high
 And find love
 In all the wrong places
 This is the place of real nightmares
 And every thing's a mistake
 Welcome to the other side of the tracks
 Here is a man
 A man that stands before me
 And I can smell Hell on his breath
 And his eyes
 His eyes
 His eyes
 Cut right through me
 His smile reads of death
 Everything he says, he says with such intentions
 Of replacing any recognition
 Of anything you knew
 And
 Nobody wins
 Nobody wins
 Nobody wins
 Nobody wins
 The end is near I can feel it on my neck
 Caused by the belief in second hand grace
 He'll be there won't he?
 He'll be there won't he?
 To call this conflict
 Call it lust
 Call it something
 Call it dust
 And he'll be there won't he?
 I am free to taste this fruit
 With a sword and an armored suit
 Welcome to the other side of the tracks
 Where we starve for a high
 And find love
 In all the wrong
 All the wrong
 Places
 This is the place of real nightmares
 And every thing's a mistake
 Welcome to the other side of the tracks
 Here is a man
 A man that stands before me
 And I can smell Hell on his breath
 And his eyes
 His eyes
 Cut right through me
 Everything he says, he says with such intentions
 Of replacing any recognition
 And
 Nobody wins
 Nobody wins
 Tuck coat tails and run...