I'm standing in Brooklyn just waiting for something to happenI can’t help but love thinking that everyone doesn’t get itTo my left there’s a windowWhere did I go?My reflection just blends in to rows of clothes and bad ideas, but ideas nonetheless in a songI put one foot in front of the other one.I don’t need a new love or a new life just a better place to die.I put one foot in front of the other one.I don’t need a new love or a new life just a better place to die.I happen to stumble upon a chapel last night.And I can’t help but back up when I think of what’s happens inside.I got friends locked in boxes. And no way to live.But you call it a sin. Isn’t up to them.After all, after all I thought we were all your children,But I will die for my own sins thanks a lot.We’ll raise up ourselves thanks for nothing at all, so up off the ground up for fathers who are nothing but dust now.I put one foot in front of the other one.I don’t need a new love or a new life just a better place to die.I put one foot in front of the other one.I don’t need a new love or a new life just a better place to die.Maybe I should learn to shut my mouth.I am over twenty-five and I can’t make a name for myself some nights I break down and cryI’m lucky that my father’s still alive he’s been fighting all his life and if this is all I’ve ever known then may his soul live on forever in my song.I put one foot in front of the other one.I don’t need a new love or a new life just a better place to die.I put one foot in front of the other one.I don’t need a new love or a new life just a better place to die.In front of the other oneIn front of the other oneJust a better place to die.
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