Dead Man's Shoes

I am the king of conflictWhat I want, what I see, never what I needI'm like a cat and a mouseThrowing stones from a smashed glass houseWhere those freaks don't stop knockingAnother day another enemyWhen I'm inside outI'm inside out.I want you more than happinessBut I need you like the plagueI wear my heart on a broken armI'm like a rusty razor bladeI want you more than happinessSo I guess I'll do what I chooseHey girl lay off my dead man's shoes I am the king of conflictDigging in to the hole in the marketStanding tall on my hands and kneesSuch a fucked up recipeI want you more than happinessBut I need you like the plagueI'd live alone if I had a homeBe lying in this mess I've made I want you more than happinessSo I guess I'll do what I chooseHey girl lay off my dead man's shoesNo rest, no sleep, no peace, no life, no one, no guaranteesNo home, no job, no cash, no boss, no suit, no sign on meI want you more than happinessSo I guess I'll do what I chooseHey girl lay off my dead man's shoes