Home Is Where the Gutter Is - King Parrot

It’s living and breathing

It’s on the nose

The stench and the filth

Scars on my foes

Many years have passed

Yet the nights move fast

Home is the street

Like it colder and bleak

Belong to no one

Deny the blame

The only way to keep it

Give it away

Relentless is the chill

Build a home from an old wet box

Leave a tip in the till

Be unafraid

Thrive down the drain

It’s streaming blood

All down my face

Got stomped again

Die drunken bastard

Smash your face

This bottle’s good

Drank it deep

Die drunken bastard

Wounds are always fresh and so the scabs are never dry

Gutter is the place in which we choose to live our lives

Square inside a circle is the symbol in my eye

Home is where the gutter is and this is where I’ll die