Doin' Time

Comes a time
It’s all been stripped away
Comes a time
When it’s time to take a good long look and walk away
Comes a time
To lose yourself in song
When survival’s the game you play
But you’re barely just holding on
Maybe it’s yours
Maybe it’s mine
Same flesh and blood
Same crooked line
Backside of the back beat
Yeah, doin' time
If my walls are crumbling, can I set a spell?
If you fashion up the foundation
It’s all just shot to hell
And my blueprints
Are really so suspect
With my plumb line good and twisted
Ragged measurements
Maybe it’s yours
Maybe it’s mine
Same flesh and blood
Same crooked line
Backside of the back beat
Yeah, doin' time
Comes a time
To let the whole thing go
Comes a time
When you realize
We’ve all been bought and sold
Yeah, beat up, cut down, turned out of your game
Hey, money moves the lips where once
The spirit was untamed
Maybe it’s yours
Maybe it’s mine
Same flesh and blood
Same crooked line
Backside of the back beat
Maybe it’s yours
Maybe it’s mine
Same flesh and blood
Same crooked line
Backside of the back beat
Yeah, doin' time
Doin' time
Doin' time