Hungry Dog In The Street

(álbum: God, Forgive These Bastards: Songs From The Forgotten Life Of Henry Turner - 2012)

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