Passing Sad Daydream

If you're walking home late at night, dressed up and alone
 Dont you get tired of being white, buffalo never roam
 Go to sneak up behind you, still your boss tapped your phone
 'Coz you might be keepin secrets, that you ain't supposed to know
 Now it's about to be and your bus and the lovely miss liberty
 Is just another whore, there's somethin I gotta tell ya
 It's hard to see things your way and its hard to understand the things you say
 Most of all its hard to get hard these days, now if you got to hate someone
 You might as well hate yourself, you find that you dont deserve it now
 More than anyone else, so get out of your kitchen
 And get out of your bed, got to tell them what you've always wanted to tell them
 'Coz in the morning you might be dead so dont call the doctor
 'Coz I'll be ok, its just a passing sad daydream and it led me astray
 And its hard to see things your way, and its hard to understand the things you say
 But most of all, its hard to get hard these days, and I ain't proud of nothin
 But its better that way 'coz its too loud for talkin, and there aint much to say
 So pick up your explosives, and pack up your gun, if you ain't chasin someone
 You got to be on the run, and Im so far from home now
 Nothin better anyway, I aint lookin to make a livin now
 I just need a place to stay