Claim / Subclaim Lyrics by Facing New York

Claim / Subclaim

Soles are worn out in my tennis shoes
Mother please carry me home
The process of progress is killing me [now I can't go on]
Someone please carry me home

And my cold feet slow me down
They haunt me now...

Claim to subclaim, now turn it off
I'm doing the best that i can
Act for react, now turn it off
I'm doing the best that i can

Could I be losing the will to walk?
Maybe it's time to run
And Madison's where I will build my name [from the bottom up]
Where I will work in the sun

And the science slows me down
But I'm free now...

Claim to subclaim, now turn it off
I'm doing the best that I can
Broken finger, now burn it off
I'm doing the best that I can

Shedding the smile I used to wear
[Left alone to my despair]
Learning how not to let it break my stride
Casting my tennis shoes aside
[Missing what was left behind]
A dead man is plotting his return tonight

Burn, let me feel the burn,
I'm lighting a match to all I've known
Think, I just want to think,
But this could have been a pauper's parade

Claim to subclaim, now turn it off
I'm doing the best that I can
Blood on my hands, now wash it off
I'm doing the best that I can