You get used to anything, sooner or later it just becomes your life.
Badlands, you got to live it everyday, let the broken hearts stand as the price you've got to pay.
I got Mary pregnant and man that's all she wrote. And for my 19th birthday, I got a union card and a factory coat.
I'm just tired and bored with myself.
My soul is lost, my friend, tell me how do I begin again? My city's in ruins, my city's in ruins.
Sometimes, at night you could hear the whole damn city crying.
What if what you do to survive kills the things you love?
I have spent my life judging the distance between American reality and the American dream.
You're born into this life paying for the sins of somebody else's past.