Phil Higham - It's On My Clothes Lyrics

It's on my clothes
I feel so hungry
But you won't feed me meat
I feel so shattered, baby
But you throw me on the street
I'm so f*cking thirsty
But you won't give me juice
My hands and feet are fettered
But you won't cut me loose
Can you climb a mountain
When you're stuck in a ditch?
Can you achieve greatness, baby
When your life is a bitch?
Does anything happen?
Is there life after death?
Can you please help me out
With my nocturnal emptiness?
I've got a bangin' head
Full of misery
I've got a heavy heart, baby
When you look at me
I've got that twisted feeling
A lost life of ecstasy
Oh come on now
Won't you give me some relief?
I hear those sad sounds
The baying of the hounds
It's on my clothes
I don't feel normal
Like something kinda hurts
It makes me act so strange, baby
Like something's gonna burst
Exploding in my head
It's on my face
It's on my clothes
It's on my clothes
It's on my clothes
I hear those sad sounds
It's on my clothes
I hear those sad sounds
It's on my clothes
I hear those sad sounds