rubber bone

The Growlers

No pretty trees here
No sweet tea breeze
You d better leather wrap your baby feet
Lift your chin up
Connect your eyes
To the half-dead with hearts still alive

Yes they have names too
(Don t forget)
It could happen to you
(You will too)
Starving souls need fed
(I respect)
Recognize our living dead
(Won t forget)
Downtown is a ghetto
Where the curbs have space
There s humans, abandoned
Complying
Hard lines in their hopeless faces

No dirt to coat
Green grass to mow
Broken glass, oh
The rubber & bones

Where the river dumps
Our trash and smut
Under our fingernails
Under our rug

Yes they have names too
(Don t forget)
It could happen to you
(You will too)
Starving souls need fed
(I respect)
Recognize our living dead

Downtown is a ghetto
Where the curbs have space
There s humans, abandoned
Complying
Hard lines in their hopeless faces

Feeling for handout
Handshake of time
Shake a microcosm
To the center of your mind

Yes they have names too
(Don t forget)
It could happen to you
(You will too)
Starving souls need fed
(I respect)
Recognize our living dead

Downtown is a ghetto
Where the curbs have space
There s humans, abandoned
Complying
Hard lines in their worn out faces

Downtown is a ghetto
Where the curbs have space
There s humans, abandoned
Complying
Hard lines in their hopeless faces