Spit in the Street - The Rumjacks

Oh I lie awake, I’m fit to break

And my head won’t leave me alone

I’ve to make my way through one more day

Strippin' knuckle to the glistenin' bone

Oh it’s a shit-fight!

hell-right!

down to the Boulevarde

Crackles in the blisterin' heat

Where all the women they dress like high priced hookers

And the men all spit in the street

Oh I set out this mornin' in steel capped shoes

I paid a hard earned dollar for all the bad news

All to sell my soul to these ignorant mongrels

They can’t stop me thinkin' of you

Oh, I shove aside the human tide

And I struggle just to keep control

Through the lines o cabs, the angry stabs

Of the traffic all split my skull

Where the railway cops lay into the drunks

And the people never seem to see

And all the posh kids roll to the soul-less drivel

I’ve been wearin' my dreams like tattered old jeans

All beer soaked & bloodied, the arse showin' through

And if I come home tonight without a knife in the neck

Whats left of me belongs to you

Follow me & we can drown together in a smoky little room

Help carry me by the light of the angry moon

A pocketful o' nails, the screechin' rails

Air thick enough to make ya choke

Five days o' grief for two relief

It doesn’t ever seem enough, I know

I need my white-hot fix o' my teenage kicks

I gotta get back to me

Among the boys o' Hades and the painted Ladies

Of this city’s where I’ve got to be