Needed a ride to get uptown,
late for work again, boss gave me a frown.
There has to be a better way,
to make a living in the world today.


They finally had enough of me,
knocked me down like a rotting tree.
I have no home to go back to,
don't know how to live, don't have a clue.


Looked underground for a way out,
these tunnels are now mine.
Middle of the night, 
hear the sick subway shout,
i'm running out of time.


Time is a commodity,
I don't have anymore.
Down and out on the sick subway,
infected to the core.