Last call for the poverty train
Last call for the poverty train
It looks good and dirty on shiny light strip
And if you don't get beat you got yourself a trip You can see the walls roar, see your brains on the floor Become God, become cripple, become funky and split Why was I born
No-no-no-no
whoa-oh no-no-no-no no no no, no

Oh baby, I just saw the Devil and he's smilin' at me
I heard my bones cry,
Devil why's it got to be
Devil played with my brother,
Devil drove my mother
Now the tears in the gutter are floodin' the sea
Why was I born
No-no-no-no
whoa-oh no-no-no-no no no no, no

Oh baby, it looks good and dirty, them shiny lights glow
A million night tramps, tricks and tracks will come and goYou're starvin' today
But who cares anyway
Baby, it feels like I'm dyin' now

I swear there's something better than
Getting off on sweet cocaineIt feels so good
It feels so good
Gettin' off the poverty train
Mornin'...

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Writer(s): LAURA NYRO