On a fast train straight to nowhere,
I got off at Despair City;
chock full of loathing for my soul,
and wallowing in self-pity.

I had a case of heebie-jeebies,
couldn't hold my peace for nothing;
all my calmness was shot to hell,
that my life would not mean something.

Disgust was staring in my face,
the blues were pounding on my door;
I was losing friends, left and right,
life was hopeless; without a core.

I was on a bus to nowhere,
I got off in Sorrow city;
a rundown town of broken spirits,
its condition wasn't pretty.

If there's a hell-hole, this was it,
polluted, dark and decadent;
and the turmoil never ended,
no matter where it was I went.