Hate St. - Animal Bag

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