Walkin' through the fog on a cold and cloudy night

Lookin' through the smog that surrounds the mornin' light

The shades of brown. It gets me down, exactly like my life

I don't deserve the hand I'm dealt: a flush in spades of strife.

I've grown tired of speeches that are nothing but a bore

So I'm rounding up the broken me and headin' on out the door

Without no lag I'm packin' my bag of discontented frowns

And hopping number eighty-six, the first train that is freedom bound.

Got my bag of many frowns and I'm takin' it on uptown.

Big city lights

Funkier nights

Happier days

Goin' my way

It should be right

But I'm still uptight

Hey, I better put down

And get movin' on

I'm through with aggravation

Don't deserve the degradation

I'm putting all the negatives down

To hop the train that's freedom bound for uptown.

Got my bag of many frowns and I'm takin' it on uptown.