a strey: a stray dog
a stray thought
a scrap for the hunger machine
a sign says
turn back don't trust them here
a symbol of dishonest men
sleep in the streets
run in the gutters
head in your hands
heart in your mother's mistakes
away
a way to forget them
and a fix to keep others at bay
spare change but keep all your sympathy
these days the kids all have plenty to spare
sleep in the streets
run in the gutters
head in your hands
follow your father's footsteps
run
sleep in the streets
run in the gutters
head in your hands
blood in your country's teeth
runaway
run
to light cigarettes in boxcars
and play boat dreams... on broken guitars
to walk all night with shoes full of blood
and fade in daytime
movie theaters
to read that life was a vast glowing empy place
and we were free
we were free
to wake up with a needle in your arm
and throw it all away
you threw it all away
to just become another dog off it's leash
just a fucking pity animal
sleeping in the streets
to just become another dirty word painted on a wall
just a pity fucking animal
sleeping in the streets
running in the gutters
your head is in your hands
but your face isn't on any milk cartons
run run run
don't call me from your nightmare