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my life don't mean a fucking thing i loose feeling i believe none of what i hear and half of what i see someday ill find out what life means or die

Sacto Sacto, where we're from Drinking, fighting, having fun Sacramento, my home & my roots Through blood, through paint, through booze, through boots

Ah, Shit! Hopped on the night train (whoa-oh) Going down to Frisco drinkin' Cisco On the train with me was my friend Mickey's On his 43rd bottle of Whiskey

Initials tattooed inside of my lip Scars from the bottle on my fingertip Cigarette burn on the web of my hand Eardrums shattered from my nights with

16th and Broadway 3 the hard way 3 homeless street kids steal and drink all day Wake up in the morning everything's alright Me an sean steal and bomb

My life don't mean a fucking thing I loose feeling I believe none of what I hear And half of what I see Someday I'll find out what life means Or die

We mean nothing to you You frown on all we do We're not kids, we're not men But we will not give in You can't see us anymore We're Invisible!

An industrial strip in the shadow of downtown Where tempers flare up when the lights go down Cooking up a batch in a hotel room Till one bad fume, the

It's not fair to want to die When so many fight to live Far worse off than you or I with nothing left to give I'm older and I'm wiser, I'm closer to