Linndale '85, broken bottles on the floor
Some sad, dark man at the unopened door
Cold air comes through the cracks in the windows
15 below in the house when the wind blows
Haven’t made rent in a month, maybe two
Got scum in the drains, dead birds in the flue
Some scumbag swings by four times a week
Selling bathtub crack that he scored on the street
Gonna get clean, gonna get these devils all out
Yeah, leave this hell, gotta get down South
Goddamn this city
Goddamn these people
Goddamn this weather
Goddamn these broken down hands of mine
Some sad, dark man at the unopened door
Cold air comes through the cracks in the windows
15 below in the house when the wind blows
Haven’t made rent in a month, maybe two
Got scum in the drains, dead birds in the flue
Some scumbag swings by four times a week
Selling bathtub crack that he scored on the street
Gonna get clean, gonna get these devils all out
Yeah, leave this hell, gotta get down South
Goddamn this city
Goddamn these people
Goddamn this weather
Goddamn these broken down hands of mine
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