I wake up and a year has passed
And I'm still tired
With the suitcase under his arm
I don't even know where I'm going
And I wander like a madman
Or: And I wander as if I'm crazy
I still bite my handcuffs
I've traveled the world, I've seen people
No, it's not how I was imagining it
I've buried my head in the mud
I've eaten badly to stay alive
I've heard people call me a bastard