I live in bad condition but, I got my conditioning

Ramshackle estate, cold rivers
Kind of makes you wish that you got the old figures
My S.O.C.A.N strand is in high demand
But I only tell you that because I trust you, what's new?
I black out on a hundred missed cues
Daddy issues around the corner from this (?)
I'm not trying to diss you but I look so strange
Because I weight train as a form of dismissal, back pain

Clothes stained by closed brain
And (It's in the league year bender?)
(We're from panic to cost, ain't no bones about it?)
Got monsters in the closet in the middle of a province
Chronic abuse!

Throwing up (youth?) tonic, in the booth sonic
On his (button? butt in?) public
I'm (the Louvre? aloof?)
Comet-proof for the loose peg
Square one, a ruined bed
Dare you to tread around my head, it's a nuisance

I live in bad conditions but, I got my conditioning
I know my number's almost up
It's so over, but I'm still broken up
I live in bad conditions but, I got my conditioning
I use my pro-vision with no-vision
Come, (stop it's the law?)

Here I go

Just drove in bad conditions, just
To get me on the plane
She dodged the auto-body(?)
She (sport on/spot on?) frozen rain

I make my own conditions now
You have to beg to play 'em
I bought the farm with open arms
She don't care anyway

I make my own conditions but I got my conditioning
I know my number's almost up
It's so over but, I'm still broken up
I lived in bad conditions but I got my conditioning
I use my pro-vision with no-vision
Come, (how soon? have some more??)
Oh, here I go...

(I lived in bad conditions but I got my conditioning)

They know my number does change
Their thoughts they still remain the same
They saw me so dismayed
I'm looking blacker nowadays
She used to sweep me
Now she trains herself to hate me
And if I seem a little strange
I'll be running tracks
Watching running backs

I live in bad conditions but, I got my conditioning
I know my number's almost up
It's so over but, I'm still broken up