By Mark A. Garcia
I see you strutting down around the banks
You sell most everything for a twisted thanks
How does it feel to act so abused does it keep you amused
Letting other people use you to carve away their blues?
You make me mad you make me sad
You make me wonder what is right
You make me sick how did you get so sucked up in the night
I see you sitting there on the same old corner
You got that blank look on your face your asking me for a quarter
I wish I could remind you of where we all come from
But it would take more than that or me to undo what has been done
You make me mad you make me sad
You make me wonder what is right
You make me sick how did you get so sucked up in the night
Lost without a fight crawl without your sight
Fly a wooden kite just sucked up in the night
Lost without a fight crawl without your sight
Fly a wooden kite you're sucked up in the
Don't sit around alone and crying, bake some cookies or a cake
You say that you've lost everything we'll then eat a little faith
Don't complain about the dreams you know will never come
You may not have a home but you can sure 'nuff carry a gun
You make me mad you make me sad
You make me wonder what is right
You make me sick how did you get so sucked up in the night
(repeat)
Lost without a fight crawl without your sight
Fly a wooden kite just sucked up in the night
Born into the plight mind is shut to tight
Choke on every bite just sucked up in the night
You could make things right if you'd walk into his light
Fly a winged kite not be sucked up in the night
But you're sucked up in the night
Yea you're sucked up!
