Anti Tank Nun - Canal Street lyrics

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