Serve to Kill Lyrics

I took the A train up to Harlem, tried to start a fight with Jorge and his friends
Got my ass kicked down to Central Park, woke up and it was time for work again
Now I'm bleeding from my head like I was bleeding from my heart for weeks
These days, it seems that that which does not make me stronger only serves to kill me
I would give my kingdom for a lightning bolt to throw
Sitting in my room and in a righteous rage, I grabbed a hammer, smashed out all my windows
And someone cut the power line, now, baby I'm so fuckin happy I could scream
These days, it seems that that which does not make me stronger only serves to kill me

You got the guy on the corner, talking shit and shooting dice
He's got rigor mortis, gout the clap and gonorrhea and lice
He plays guitar in the subway to the voices in his head
And he'll have plenty of time left for pining over you when he's dead
I took the F train out to Coney Island, passed out drunk and woke up on the beach Watched Björk, rode the Cyclone, grabbed a beer and had a bite to eat
Now I'm peeling like a lobster, knew I should've packed my SPF 15
These days, it seems that that which does not make me stronger only serves to kill me
I saw you in a dream, you was forty-somethin' bitchin' at your man
How he's always movin' backward, he ain't ever trying to do the best he can
I was in the corner, I was old and drunk and losing all my teeth
These days, it seems that that which does not make me stronger only serves to kill me

Got the girl at the party, she's got glowsticks in her hands
She's trying to keep the beat alive but, baby, she dont understand;
When every pill's been taken and the colors turn to red,
She'll have plenty of time left for pining over you when she's dead
Now, Daddy's out in California, sayin' prayers and trying to get to heaven
Momma's back in Detroit City, all fucked up and suckin' on a lemon
Me, I'm stuck in Jersey, I got a bad case of blanket apathy
These days, it seems that that which does not make me stronger only serves to kill me