Why? - Cold Lunch (Albert Brown Morhary Dumpster Dive remix) lyrics

I always wanted to be the voice of the screets But my father was a rabbi and my mother made beets I mean books And the kids from the strees always gave me dirty looks It's watching you own shadow on a dirt bike Get shot in the back under a street light When you arrive at the party it will not be Without a bullet in your back And a poem about d**h And of course your walkmen