Streetside

Lyrics

[Verse 1] From the corner is where it starts Torn in half like a dollar bill Happy mourners window heart is bitter still Truth's fictions stranger than any lie Smooth convictions danger plan of twisted night [Verse 2] Does the pope shit in the wood? He might be damned Hoarding all his ill-got goods with Uncle Sam Greener grass on the comfort side your easy choice I'm leaning fast into the twisted night One voice [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] At the bottom's where it ends No between, catch life's riddles fates winds send Depraviteam so low, it's been real A total fiend, by his hand a lonely man Looking for a streetside queen