Walls Of Jericho

Sick and tired
Of unlucky days
Many time life trick or treats
With heartache and chage
Like a broken record,
Nothing clever to play
I'm no good they say
What am I fighting for
Pack your bags
And hit the streets
With these dirty vocal chords
That will never be in key
These empty streets and dreams
You're not there looking for me
Walking dead
The only glory is the end