Hungry Dog in the Street

A-one, two, three

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