Text: Madcap. French Quarter.

Staring at this tool for an age of ugliness
Workplace is corrupt, nothing's gonna change
The road looks better as every minute passes by
Should be screamin' story how we made it all this way
Brand Boulevard way, to a desolate road in New Orleans

Don't you know there's a place bums like us can go
Don't you know happiness comes and it goes

So all you rock and rollers with voices in your heads
They're never gonna change, they're here to stay
And they're telling you to do, what you really wanna do
Should be screamin' story how we made it all this way
Brand Boulevard way, to a desolate road in New Orleans

Don't you know there's a place bums like us can go
Don't you know happiness comes and it goes

As I look down on my glass of red wine
I sit and think what might have been
Nah, fuck that man, live for today
For today

Don't you know there's a place bums like us can go
Don't you know happiness comes and it goes