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