Waiting for Robin Hood

Just sitting here in this noisy little nowhere, Wondering
about someday and if we’ll ever get there, But I’m scared
that it’s desire that makes you greedy, But wanting to much
ain’t what makes you needy.
Trying to separate the what does from the what should, Tired
of waiting for justice I’m waiting for Robin Hood.
Man; that sewer stinks like the devil’s kitchen, That smell
mingles with the sound of the neighbors bitch’en, You can’t
get out of this place it’s like a sixth sense inside your
head, The cops trying to convince me I’d be better off dead.
Trying to wash all the bad out of what’s left that’s
good, Following Cain waiting for Robin Hood.
And this fucking job I’ve got; can barely feed me, It’s just
another way for the vampires to bleed me, The ones with the
unfair advantage decide what’s fair, But I guess I’m just
like 'em because I can’t pretend to care.
And I know it won’t no matter how much I wish it would, The
only thing left to do waiting for Robin Hood.
Comes a time when you don’t want to die you’ll have to
kill, Be it the devil’s way or god’s will, But they ain’t got
nothing I want that’s worth dying for, Think maybe I’ll drive
downtown and find me a whore.
When all you know is can’t you just pretend you could, You
see you get kind’a restless waiting for Robin Hood.