Pity Animal

A stray: A stray dog
 A stray thought
 A scrap for the hunger machine
 A sign says
 "Turn back Don't trust them here"
 A symbol for dishonest men
 Sleep in the streets
 Run in the gutters
 Head in your hands
 Heart in your mother's mistakes
 Away
 A way to forget them
 And a fix to keep others at bay
 Spare change but keep
 All your sympathy
 these days the kids
 All have plenty to spare
 Sleep in the streets
 Run in the gutters
 Head in you hands
 Follow your father's footsteps
 Run
 Sleep in the streets
 Run in the gutters
 Head in your hands
 Blood in your country's teeth
 Runaway
 Run
 To light cigarettes in boxcars
 And play "Boat dreams..."
 On broken guitars
 To walk all night
 With shoes full of blood
 and fade in daytime
 Movie theaters
 To read that
 "Life was a vast glowing empty page"
 And we were free
 we were free
 to wake up
 with a needle in you arm
 And throw it all away
 You threw it all away
 to just become
 Another dog off it's leash
 Just a fucking pity animal
 Sleeping in the streets
 to just become another dirty word
 Painted on a wall
 Just a pity fucking animal
 Sleeping in the Streets
 Running in the gutters
 Your head in you hands
 But your face
 Isn't on any milk cartons
 run run run
 Don't call me
 From your nightmare