Something in the Night

You’re born with nothing,

And better off that way,

Soon as you’ve got something

They send someone to try and take it away…

When we found the things we loved,

They were crushed and dying in the dirt,

We tried to pick up the pieces

And get away without getting hurt

Nothing is forgotten or forgiven

When it’s your last time around,

I got stuff running ‘round my head

That I just can’t live down