When you're down, kissing the ground, and your first down chair won't even let you sleep

on the floor anymore.

When you're up, holding the cup, on the corner in the cold all night, and you start to cry.

And you wonder why.

You're doing hard time.

You're doing hard time, hard time.

Even your soul ain't got time.

You're doing hard time, hard time.

Out of love, can't pick them up.

You try to run, but you start giving up, and you shiver like a knife.

Through your heart, tears you apart.

You got no one to hold, but your memories through the night.

You can't see the lies.

You're doing hard time.

You're doing hard time, hard time.

Even your soul ain't got a dime.

You're doing hard time, hard time.

Even your soul ain't got a dime.

Still got no one to hold, but your memories through the night.

You can't see the lies.

You're doing hard time.

You're doing hard time, hard time.

Even your soul ain't got a dime.

You're doing hard time, hard time, hard time.

You're doing hard time, hard time.

Even your soul ain't got a dime.

You're doing hard time, hard time, hard time.