used to be a cop but i got to be too jumpy i used to like to party till i coughed up half a lung sometimes late at night i hear the beat a bumping i reach for my holster and i wake up all alone used to have a wife but she told me i was crazy said she couldn t stand the way i fidget all the time sometimes late at night i circle round the house i look through the windows and i dream that she s still mine i got scars on my back from the way my daddy raised me i used to have a family until i got divorced i ve gone too far from the things that could save me i used to be a cop but they kicked me off the force i used to be a cop till they kicked me off the force used to have a car but the bank came and took it paying for a house that that bitch lives in now children that we had won t even look at me guess there s nothing left to lose nothing matters anyhow got a scar on my arm from the bullet that once grazed me i keep it in a box to remind me where i ve been that thin blue line was the only thing that could save me i used to have a badge but they made me turn it in and i used to play football but i wasn t big enough for college but i passed the entrance exam first try and on my way police academy gave me the only thing i was ever good at but my temper and the shakes and they took that thing away used to have a wife but she just couldn t deal with the anger and the tension that was welling inside of me sometimes late at night i circle round the house i look through the window and i remember how it used to be i look through the windows and i remember how it used to be