Two songs that pretty much some it up.

KRIS KRISTOFFERSON
Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well I woke up Sunday morning,
with no way to hold my head,
that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast,wasn't bad
so I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet,
for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt...
And I shaved my face and combed my hair,
and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my brain the night before
on cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking
But I lit my first, and watched a small kid
cursing at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street
and caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And it took me back to something
that I had lost somehow, somewhere along the way

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there is something in a Sunday,
that makes a body feel alone
And there is nothing short of dying,
half a lonesome as the sound,
as the sleeping city sidewalks,
Sunday morning coming down

In the park I saw a daddy,
with w laughing little girl who he was swinging
And I stopped beside a Sunday school,
and listened to a song that they were singing
Then I headed back for home
and somewhere far away
a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons
like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there is something in a Sunday,
that makes a body feel alone
And there is nothing short of dying,
half a lonesome as the sound,
as the sleeping city sidewalks,
Sunday morning coming down

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
wishing Lord that I was stoned
Cause there is something in a Sunday,
that makes a body feel alone
And there is nothing short of dying,half a lonesome as the sound
as the sleeping city sidewalks,
Sunday morning coming down


Alice In Chains
Down In A Hole

Bury me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers
In a tomb...in bloom

Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorated like a grave
You don't understand who they
Thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now I'm a man
Who won't let himself be

Down in a hole, feelin' so small
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied

Down in a hole and they've put all
The stones in their place
I've eaten the sun so my tongue
Has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more of my feelings beneath

Down in a hole, feelin' so small
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied

Bury me softly in this womb
Oh I want to be inside of you
I give this part of me for you
Oh I want to be inside of you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers (Oh I want to be inside of you)
In a tomb...in bloom
Oh I want to be inside...

Down in a hole, feelin' so small
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
Down in a hole, feelin' so small
Down in a hole, outta control
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied