Oh I lie awake, I’m fit to break,
And my head won’t leave me alone,
I’ve to make my way through one more day,
Strippin’ knuckle to the glistenin’ bone,
Oh it’s a shit-fight! hell-right! down to the Boulevarde,
Crackles in the blisterin’ heat,
Where all the women they dress like high priced hookers,
And the men all spit in the street.
Oh I set out this mornin’ in steel capped shoes,
I paid a hard earned dollar for all the bad news,
All to sell my soul to these ignorant mongrels,
They can’t stop me thinkin’ of you.
Oh, I shove aside the human tide,
women
where
whats
wearin
white
tonight
together
teenage
tattered
split
soaked
skull
showin
shove
right
railway
without
thick
priced
traffic
earned
thinkin
struggle
drunks
alone
smoky
mongrels
stabs
drown
jeans
enough
light
control
drivel
dress
steel
carry
doesn
street
relief
crackles
among
grief
aside
belongs
bloodied
these
gotta
nails
through
little
dreams
dollar
angry
pocketful
break
capped
awake
fight
painted
people
follow
knife
hades
hookers
human
choke
ignorant
ladies
never
rails
leave
knuckle
lines
shoes
kicks
mornin
pissy
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