The day didn't stark to nice or good
No better than the night before
The moon was in a nasty mood
The sun had a mug of a dead who*e
Now, shall we see what the cat brought
Another rat for me to bite
What kind of slime do I not got
To help me k** my time tonight?
Can*l street
I gotta quit
I go to bed sober and clean
Hands on the sheets just like a baby
But I get up like Charlie Sheen
Hung over, dry and empty-handed
Sociology at can*l street
College of life - that was my schooling
But it's too much, can't take the heat
Like a mad dog I see it drooling
Can*l street
I gotta quit
I feel the same down in my gut
I must have come from another world
In this man's mouth always a bu*t
Even when puke inside in whirled
Each time we meet they start to bark
Their diamond throats get all ecstatic
Our school of thought at Wilson Park
Vulgar in words - it's so schematic
Can*l street
I gotta quit