Poverty Train Songtext

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?


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?



Oh baby

It looks good and dirty

them shiny lights glow

a million night tramps

tricks and tracks

will come and go

You're starvin' today

but who cares anyway?

baby, it feels like I'm dyin'



Now

I swear there's somethin' better than

gettin' off on sweet cocaine

it feels so good

it feels so good

getting off the poverty train

mornin'