I got up
I got out
Got a head start to waste my day away
I sit on
The front porch
Wait for Ed McMahon
To take me away
And it he doesn't come
Maybe I can run
Run from the mean streets
Before they suck me in
I walk with
My eyes down hoping no one will ever spot me
Gunshots
Punch the clock
What a way to
Start the workday
And it I can't decide
I'll smoke away my mind
Ignore the meanstreets
Before they suck me in
Keep you here with me
Keep you away from the mean
Streets
Keep you here with me
Keep you safe and lonely
And if I had a phone
I'd give you a call
Tell you all about
The life I've made for myself
Maybe I can panhandle my way
My way right out of here
Keep you here with me.
