Some people die just a little
Sometimes you die by the drop
Some people die in the middle
I live just fine on the top

I'm looking for a place to go
Where the sun goes down
And stays down
I'm looking for a place to go
Where I can lay low
...Die slow

I ain't got no horse
I ain't got no horizon
Just the scar under my eye
I swear I got from crying

Where I was born it don't matter
There ain't no going back
I have no home to take you
I never dream like that

Sit and watch my cigarette smoking on itself
Sit and watch my cigarette smoking on itself
Sit and watch my cigarette smoking on itself
And I think, what the hell, hell, hell

I don't want you to like me
There's no way that you can
I don't want you to touch me, honey
I am just a man