Poverty Train

Last call for the poverty train Last call for the poverty train It looks good and dirty on shiny light strip And if you don't get beat 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 No-no-no-no whoa-oh no-no-no-no no no no, no Oh baby, 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 No-no-no-no whoa-oh no-no-no-no no no no, no 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 something better than Getting off on sweet cocaine It feels so good It feels so good Gettin' off the poverty train Mornin'...

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