In The Gutter - Condemned 84

Little boy lost or Johnny-Go-Home

All to much bother just to pick up the phone

Your parents full of worry but you don’t care

Ran away from home just for a dare

Met the wrong people in the amusement arcade

Queers and perverts where there’s money to be made

Pushers on the corner selling you shit

Avoid them at all costs they’re only trying to make a hit

One more step and you’re in the gutter

You’re down and out, down and out (x2)

Sleeping in cardboard by the

bridge at night

Winos and tramps as companions for the night

Glue bag in hand when you’re outta your head

Thinking that you’re in a four poster bed

Wishing that you were at home by the fire

Too much walking as your legs begin to tire

No jobs to be found no streets of gold

Just a load of lies that you’ve been told