When you're walking in the street Spoiling for a fight Hoping for a miracle And there's no miracle in sight Registerin' zero 'Cause you're bombed out on the blues, You feel like some bad story In yesterday's news. It make you wanna make lay face down On the grass so brown Where the sun beats down On the bakin' ground. To find sweet release In endless sleep. Endless sleep. When you're hanging by a thread Clutchin' at a straw, Ain't got nothin' left And the world keeps shoutin' more, more. You haven't got an earthly 'Cause you're all bust up inside. Nobody you can turn to this time No place you can hide. Makes you want to lay face down On the grass so brown Where the sun beats down On the bakin' ground. To find sweet release In endless sleep. Endless sleep. Endless sleep.