Newport looking like a light house
On the top floor where the light be
They dont know where to go
Here come the punching and kicking
Of the names they call you
Like a chip on your shpulder
Depression could be a holder
Newport looking like a light house
On the top floor where the light be
They dont know where to go
Going thru more withdrawls
Night sweats or the headache
Or seem like a new addiction
Surroundeed by old things
Why you use in the first place
Hurt worse than finding out
Your lace and dont overdose
Newport looking like a light house
On the top floor where the light be
They dont know where to go
Newport looking like a light house
On the top floor where the light be
They dont know where to go