The night is cold, the sun is down. I see faces through the wire. No chance for them. No shoulder left to cry on It's 4 am out on the street. Through the smoke I see the fire. It's a funeral
I've been flat out of luck. Spent my very last buck. Can't sink no lower than this. I'm so broken inside. Had to spit out my pride. This ain't no way to exist. . Every place that I go. Everyon