You got me shakin' in your dead-eye stare Hooked by the way you talk, the way you grow your hair This broken mind, a vacant, blank expanse Stuck in a hazy trance, I haven't got a prayer Bruised and scarred, you still look askance I can't get a chance, won't let me in your view Worthless, tossed, I just won't advance Victim of circumstance, the...Learn More