Hungry Dog in the Street - The Taxpayers

My brain, my fingers, bought bottles in a package place

Got caught up, on a park bench, everybody tried to get a taste

When the sun goes down I swear to God they’ll try to run you out of this town,

and they will beat you down

They will beat you down, if you stay around, you’re gonna get shot down

They will beat you down, they will beat you down and you’ll feel like a hungry

dog in the street on a very short leash

My heart, is a cancer;

radiation wouldn’t help a thing

My God, doesn’t answer;

I pray nightly every single week

When the liquor runs low, my friends run low

Got nowhere to go

Nowhere to go, no religion could ever save my soul

Nowhere to go

Nowhere to go, and I feel like a hungry dog in the street on a very short leash