Lyrics

If you're walking home late at night
Dressed up and alone
Don't you get tired of being white
Where buffalo never roam?

Gonna sneak up behind you
Steal your thoughts, tap your phone
'Cause you might be keeping secrets
That you ain't supposed to know

Now it's a fine-tuned machine, yeah
And you must feed it more
And the lovely Miss Liberty is just another whore

(There's something I gotta tell ya)

It's hard to see things your way
And it's hard to understand— it's hard to understand the things you say
But most of all, it's hard to get hard these days

Now if you've got to hate someone
You might as well hate yourself
You find that you don't deserve it now
More than anyone else

So get out of your kitchen
And get out of your bed
Got to tell them what you've always wanted to tell them
'Cuz in the morning you might be dead

So don't call the doctor
'Cause I'll be okay
It's just a passing sad daydream
That led me astray (oh, oh)

And it's hard to see things your way
And it's hard to understand— it's hard to understand the things you say
But most of all, it's hard to get hard these days

And I ain't proud of nothing
But it's better that way
'Cause it's too loud for talking
And there ain't much to say

So pick up your explosives
And pack up your gun
If you ain't chasing someone
You've got to be on the run

And I'm so far from home now
Nothing better anyway
I ain't lookin to make a living, no, no
I just need a place to stay

I need a place to stay— I need a— I need a— ahh

Trivia

• Is the band's longest song (on a studio album), at 6 minutes and 13 seconds.

Appearances

• On the album While You Were Out.