when yer down stay down, but then what do i know
just a clown in this town, so then where do i go ?
any blade of grass, wind’ll bend ya down at last

when your luck’s run out, n they don’t know you 
n yer left with no doubt, what does that show you ?
n like any piece of trash, wind’ll easily roll ya passed 

when you’re gone stay gone, what does that tell you
why should they take on, when they can sell you ?
like any old piece of sky, the wind’ll easily pass ya by 

when you ever gonna 
     come back home
     quit yer roamin
     get me alone