I'm sleeping in this alley, live in a card-board house
And when I look up, I can see those 60 watt light bulbs
As they light up my, private room and show me life and love
Then, I hear the sirens as they race, down the street

I pull my humble house, over my head, tomorrow
I will have breakfast at the the mission, bread and soup
Then I will hear the story, why the sirens, ran that night
Why, one 60 watt light bulb, went out, last night

The story is, someone, was cheating on someone else
No, it was not a loss of love, it was about, where are, my drugs
I have worked all my life, and now, I'm eighteen
Try to make something of myself, & you give my drugs away

The sirens that I heart last night, was the end of a heart
A heart with no, place to go, a baby to feed, so, she sold his drugs
Now, her baby can be fed, by the state, as the coroner takes her away
All, I do, again at night, is pull my card-board, over my head

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