dummy up and listen good while I pour moonshine in your ear we got no homes to go to and no-one waiting there the world is big but not big enough for us to fit in we’re the bad apples who spoiled the whole barrel fitted up on charges of vagrancy for wearing out our shoes we were kings of the highways with no roof to tie us down no man could boss us around
now we live with doors unhinged and when the smoke has cleared all we have is empty pockets but once we’re back on the road we’ll be livin’ high on the hog low down on the greasy pole
yeah - I’ll take you down where skid row junkies shuffle dance like broken bears they smile spoiled milk and stink of stale sweat and rotted flesh the zombie nation has risen semi stiff cardboard men flaccid humanity face down in the gutter
hostile corners teem with cockroach people knives half shut displaying disgraceful wings in cardboard colours blood brown clotted on the lips of scarecrow men three overcoats wrapped around breathless bodies dull drunk and frenzied sober faces searching for significance thirsty souls on a death mission every bum who can lift his lids eyes you up for the short prize
“Buddy can you spare some change… “
we are all forced out to harvest bones in the wilderness it’s a world away from titties and beer but it puts meat on the table and that’s what sifts the men from the boys bindlestiffs deal in certainties as sure as sorrow down behind the beyond we know the lost spaces like the backs of our hands
so dummy up again while I tell you the best places a man can write his name large in the firmament be it the name your mother gave you or the name the world gave you or the name you stole and made your own
you never know with these things just where you come from or just where you go but you know where you are and that’s enough to swallow in a single sitting so all things being equal under a sorry sky if you have the art and the reach to gather stars you just might leave a mark which is more than you have a right to
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