Nothing to lose

he's runnin' wild through the streets at night but
he's hiding in the shadows by the break of day
he's got a clip-on spyderco knife
but's it's just for keeping the wolves at bay.
2 am fucked up again
he's living with the bottle cause
he's livin with the pain insane poking veins
he's standing in the rain
he's got nothing to lose and everything to gain unwanted,
unforgiving he's tired of fighting and
he's tired of living here,
swigging beer with nothing to fear
he's got nothing to lose...so
he's always winning
he's suffocating - the pain can be excruciating
and liberating - it helps him forget the world
he's hating now he's waiting -
and there won't be any negotiating
he's got nothing to lose,
he's been bloodied and
he's been bruised,
he ain't taking any more abuse
he's had enough of their institutions and all the rules
he was told to obey they offered no solutions so
he hit the street before they put him away in a deprogramming
youth care center to rid him of his insubordinate ways
"you know that boy ain't right" is what you'll hear
his parents say down on the world and down on
his luck he's got nothing to lose
he don't give a fuck about shit,
takin' risks in the street throwing bricks with nothing to lose...
you drove him to this trying hard to forget the past
he's sleeping under the overpass of i-95,
just trying to survive
just waiting for the moon to arrive