First thing he does when he climbs out of bed 
He searches out a place to drink his daily bread 
He wraps himself up tight in alcohol 
It keeps him warm at night like grandma's shawl 
When he was a child with everything planned and his body was clean 
Now he sits all alone in a room with a view of the brick wall he's run into 
Life has a way of leaving people like him stained 
First thing she does when she goes out at night 
She sells a smile to get what fills her up inside 
She brings plenty home and slowy gets stoned in a room by herself 
She sits all alone in a room with a view of the brick wall she's run into 
Life has a way of leaving people like us stained 
And we sit all alone and slowly get stoned in rooms by ourselves 
We all sit all alone in a room with a view of the brick walls we'd run into 
Life has a way of leaving people 
Life has a way of leaving people stained