East 12th. St. Paroles

Jesus is filling out paperwork now,
At the facility on east 12th Street,
He's not listening to a word now,
He's in his own world,
And he's daydreaming
He'd rather be doing something else now,
Like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly,
His life's on the line with anxiety now,
And she had enough,
And he had plenty
Somebody get me out of here,
Anybody get me out of here,
Somebody get me out of here,
Get me the fuck right out of here
So far away,
I don't want to stay,
Get me out of here right now,
I just want to be free,
Is there a possibility?
Get me out of here right now,
This life like dream ain´t for me