Martin Luther Ave. - Strays Don't Sleep

Somewhere there’s a little girl cryin'

Somewhere there’s an old man dyin'

Somewhere there’s a last hope tryin'

To move and find it’s way through the dark

Ya gotta take it all while you can

Anytime, anywhere can be your last stand

Sometimes your worst enemies your best friend

Turns out we all go south in the end

In the end

Yeah you’re just another coffin on Martin Luther Avenue

Like that cigarette crushed and stuck to the bottom of your shoe

When those thoughts become poison like hot water rollin' round your head

If you’re thinking that I’m wrong, then you already left for dead

Left for dead

I won’t sleep until my work is done

The day when I won’t have to wait for anyone

We’re born just like a bullet from a gun

Our shadows look small next to that sitting sun

Look at that sitting sun

Yeah you’re just another coffin on Martin Luther Avenue

Like that cigarette crushed and stuck to the bottom of your shoe

When those thoughts become poison like hot water rollin' round your head

If you’re thinking that I’m wrong, then you’ve already left for dead

Left for dead

Left for dead

Left for dead

You’re gonna have to x4

You’re gonna have to call em up, call em out, call em up and call em out

You’re gonna have to

You’re gonna have to

You’re gonna have to call em up, and call em out, call em up and call em out

You’re gonna have to

You’re gonna have to call em up and call em out