Hate St.

Animal Bag

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    Huh...yeah
    Dogs run screaming
    Cats climb walls
    Under the streetlight
    Sweet night will fall
    Now Gabe is a wino
    In a broken down seat
    Broken bottles and dreams
    Lie at his feet, yeah

    They only come out at night, oh yeah
    It ain't no pretty sight

    Sweet missy streetwalker
    Sure got it made
    Throw her a jackson
    Then step into shade

    Sweet Willie whitebread
    With his fillies so fine
    If you've got the money
    His ladies got the time

    It's a down-n-dirty downtown
    Pass that bottle around
    Round and round and round and round

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    Under the street light
    They gather like moths to the flame
    Put on their war paint
    Ready to rumble the Dudes and the Saints

    Hate street, my street
    Down where the freaks meet
    Flames from the manhole
    They lick at your feet
    Cause Hell is underneath
    And the Devil's gettin' high

    Sister's a junkie, through her veins she feeds
    Goes to her dealer, gets what she needs
    Brother's a pusher with his smack and some blow
    Never believed in "just say no"

    Tip-toe the pickpocket, knows no other way
    Wallets and watches are his take home pay
    Johnny-cake queerboy outside the Club Rage
    Plays penis roulette, takin' chances with AIDS

    They only come out at night, oh yeah
    It ain't no pretty sight

    Under the street light
    They gather like moths to the flame
    Put on their war paint
    Ready to rumble the Dudes and the Saints

    Hate street, my street
    Down where the freaks meet
    Flames from the manhole
    They lick at your feet
    Cause Hell is underneath
    And the Devil's gettin' high

    Hate street, my street

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