The Drones - Mean Streak lyrics

A meat wagon in the shadow of a tenement block You got the Pigs up in the stairwell Asking questions and taking down names I say 'that boy had a mean streak Seems he's better off dead anyhow I ain't trying to be mean He's just easy to hate He had a spike in his vein for a number of years It's all cold memory now He tells me that he has gone clean A black white TV set up the back of his head That shatters and stutters But won't never go dead That boy had it down Holier than thou Though he was dumber than a bag of hammers I didn't know He'd figure pull the trigger With his left big toe Well he shaved off his hair Leaving only the eyes in his head And a hole for a mouth that looked More line an a**hole I swear He never had no family he's sit up on the ledge Staring up at a moon that died in the nights arms To keep watch like a ghost in his heart In its throws and its calms Well it ain't how you fall it's how you land I'd remind him''life has its lessons' he'd say 'I'll come goof once I figure to learn them I kicked junk with the bottle Now it's merely a teething concern' he would tell me But I had my doubts A 13th floor bed-sit a kitchen a couch The only way's down cause the bottom you'll find Is much clearer to the eye than the top is the other way around