I'm a sight and a sound in the down part of town
Where the green, green grass disappears from the swollen ground
I steal and I speak and I stumble around
And I await for the date when my mind is unwound
In unnatural heat, I stalk the city streets
Play the pawn and await an unkind defeat
I remain in my brain to regain the sweet
While I kneel and I keel at an empire's feet.
It's a sorry thing to say
It's the dimming of the day
Soon this descendant of decay
Will reap the damage of delay
Come whatever may not or whatever may.

It's both ruthless and cruel playing a stranger's own rule
I've been brainwashed from birth in the public school
I've played the scholar and played the fool
I've bayed like a hound dog and worked like a mule
The most common of crimes cheap like nickels and dimes
Seeped inside my surroundings and made me blind
Never leaving but fading like passing time
Building up in the backstreets of everyone's mind
It's a sorry thing to say
It's the dimming of the day
Soon this descendant of decay
Will reap the damage of delay
Come whatever may not or whatever may.

I feel anger and grief to make it pointed and brief
So I stand of the sidewalk and shout my belief
I await for the date when I'll find the thief
Who has stolen this city and removed my relief
All the bits of my brain, the parts and pieces of pain
Dreams that dance in the darkness then drip down the drain
It's seeming that soon nothing will remain
How can I keep my composure in the face of the insane?
It's a sorry thing to say
It's the dimming of the day
Soon this descendant of decay
Will reap the damage of delay
Come whatever may not or whatever may.