Animal Bag

Hate St.

Animal Bag


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

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