The Gutter Lyrics

Lost in a gust of polluted air waves

Cast in a sea of violent creatures

Buried alive in all my despair

In a schoolhouse that's governed by demented creatures

Left out back wounded, unwanted

In a tin roofed shack filled with fingernail clippings

Fall into my skull whenever I want

But wherever I go I can still hear the dripping

There's a prison that's filled up with friends and lovers

They sing songs of praise for the time they've been given

The rainy-day music washed up in the gutter

For the rats, and the cats, and the critters who listen

Who will listen?

The critters are ugly, and nasty, and mean

They're wicked, and hungry, and longing for warmth

They fill up the night with their eyes, how they gleam

From the cavalry headlights, they fall on their swards