Jesse Tobias - On the Streets I Ran lyrics

Oh a working cla** face glares back At me from the gla** and lurches Oh forgive me, on the streets I ran Turned sickness into popular song Streets of wet black holes On roads you can never know You never have been but they always have you Till the day that you croak It's no joke Oh a working cla** face glares back At me from the gla** and lurches Oh forgive me on the streets I ran Turned sickness into unpopular song And all these streets can do Is to claim to know the real you And warn if you don't leave you will k** or be k**ed Which isn't very nice Here everybody's friendly But nobody's friends Oh dear God, when will I be where I should be And when the palmist said "One Thursday you will be dead" I said: "No, not me, this cannot be Dear God, take him, take them, take anyone The stillborn The newborn The infirm Take anyone Take people from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Just spare me!"