My little ones crawl up my back Stark white teeth, pink gums I ain't no alley cat But I'll still eat your trash Climb highway exits Eat beer cans for breakfast Every can I visit, I've got to admit that I might not make it back I'm not playin' around The true black is comin' There's no use in runnin' From a sixteen wheeler headed southeast out of town And I knew it from the start In my little junkie heart That I'm better off dead than a scoundrel in bed around noon Pour one out for opossum Who lay up there, rotten Hope they scrape 'er up pretty soon