Huh...yeah
Dogs run screaming
Cats climb walls
Under the streetlight
Sweet night will fall
Now Gabe is a wino
In a broken down seat
Broken bottles and dreams
Lie at his feet, yeah
They only come out at night, oh yeah
It ain't no pretty sight
Sweet missy streetwalker
Sure got it made
Throw her a jackson
Then step into shade
Sweet Willie whitebread
With his fillies so fine
If you've got the money
His ladies got the time
It's a down-n-dirty downtown
Pass that bottle around
Round and round and round and round
Under the street light
They gather like moths to the flame
Put on their war paint
Ready to rumble the Dudes and the Saints
Hate street, my street
Down where the freaks meet
Flames from the manhole
They lick at your feet
Cause Hell is underneath
And the Devil's gettin' high
Sister's a junkie, through her veins she feeds
Goes to her dealer, gets what she needs
Brother's a pusher with his smack and some blow
Never believed in "just say no"
Tip-toe the pickpocket, knows no other way
Wallets and watches are his take home pay
Johnny-cake queerboy outside the Club Rage
Plays penis roulette, takin' chances with AIDS
They only come out at night, oh yeah
It ain't no pretty sight
Under the street light
They gather like moths to the flame
Put on their war paint
Ready to rumble the Dudes and the Saints
Hate street, my street
Down where the freaks meet
Flames from the manhole
They lick at your feet
Cause Hell is underneath
And the Devil's gettin' high
Hate street, my street
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Huh...yeah
Dogs run screaming
Cats climb walls
Under the streetlight
Sweet night will fall
Now Gabe is a wino
In a broken down seat
Broken bottles and dreams
Lie at his feet, yeah
They only come out at night, oh yeah
It ain't no pretty sight
Sweet missy streetwalker
Sure got it made
Throw her a jackson
Then step into shade
Sweet Willie whitebread
With his fillies so fine
If you've got the money
His ladies got the time
It's a down-n-dirty downtown
Pass that bottle around
Round and round and round and round
Under the street light
They gather like moths to the flame
Put on their war paint
Ready to rumble the Dudes and the Saints
Hate street, my street
Down where the freaks meet
Flames from the manhole
They lick at your feet
Cause Hell is underneath
And the Devil's gettin' high
Sister's a junkie, through her veins she feeds
Goes to her dealer, gets what she needs
Brother's a pusher with his smack and some blow
Never believed in "just say no"
Tip-toe the pickpocket, knows no other way
Wallets and watches are his take home pay
Johnny-cake queerboy outside the Club Rage
Plays penis roulette, takin' chances with AIDS
They only come out at night, oh yeah
It ain't no pretty sight
Under the street light
They gather like moths to the flame
Put on their war paint
Ready to rumble the Dudes and the Saints
Hate street, my street
Down where the freaks meet
Flames from the manhole
They lick at your feet
Cause Hell is underneath
And the Devil's gettin' high
Hate street, my street
Dogs run screaming
Cats climb walls
Under the streetlight
Sweet night will fall
Now Gabe is a wino
In a broken down seat
Broken bottles and dreams
Lie at his feet, yeah
They only come out at night, oh yeah
It ain't no pretty sight
Sweet missy streetwalker
Sure got it made
Throw her a jackson
Then step into shade
Sweet Willie whitebread
With his fillies so fine
If you've got the money
His ladies got the time
It's a down-n-dirty downtown
Pass that bottle around
Round and round and round and round
Under the street light
They gather like moths to the flame
Put on their war paint
Ready to rumble the Dudes and the Saints
Hate street, my street
Down where the freaks meet
Flames from the manhole
They lick at your feet
Cause Hell is underneath
And the Devil's gettin' high
Sister's a junkie, through her veins she feeds
Goes to her dealer, gets what she needs
Brother's a pusher with his smack and some blow
Never believed in "just say no"
Tip-toe the pickpocket, knows no other way
Wallets and watches are his take home pay
Johnny-cake queerboy outside the Club Rage
Plays penis roulette, takin' chances with AIDS
They only come out at night, oh yeah
It ain't no pretty sight
Under the street light
They gather like moths to the flame
Put on their war paint
Ready to rumble the Dudes and the Saints
Hate street, my street
Down where the freaks meet
Flames from the manhole
They lick at your feet
Cause Hell is underneath
And the Devil's gettin' high
Hate street, my street