My brain, my fingers Bought bottles in a package place Got caught up on a park bench Everybody tried to get a taste When the sun goes down I swear to God they'll try to run you out of this town And they will beat you down They will beat you down If you stay around You're gonna get shot down They will beat you down They will beat you down And you'll feel like a hungry dog in the street on a very short leash My heart is a cancer Radiation wouldn't help a thing My God doesn't answer Pray nightly every single week When the liquor runs low My friends run low Got nowhere to go Nowhere to go No religion could ever save my soul Nowhere to go Nowhere to go And I feel like a hungry dog in the street on a very short leash