The Rumjacks - Spit in the street lyrics

Oh I lie awake, I'm fit to break And my head won't leave me alone I've to make my way through one more day Strippin' knuckle to the glistenin' bone Oh it's a sh**-fight! hell-right! down to the Boulevarde Crackles in the blisterin' heat Where all the women they dress like high priced hookers And the men all spit in the street Oh I set out this mornin' in steel capped shoes I paid a hard earned dollar for all the bad news All to sell my soul to these ignorant mongrels They can't stop me thinkin' of you Oh, I shove aside the human tide And I struggle just to keep control Through the lines o cabs, the angry stabs Of the traffic all split my skull Where the railway cops lay into the drunks And the people never seem to see And all the posh kids roll to the soul-less drivel I've been wearin' my dreams like tattered old jeans All beer soaked & bloodied, the arse showin' through And if I come home tonight without a knife in the neck Whats left of me belongs to you Follow me & we can drown together in a smoky little room Help carry me by the light of the angry moon A pocketful o' nails, the screechin' rails Air thick enough to make ya choke Five days o' grief for two relief It doesn't ever seem enough, I know I need my white-hot fix o' my teenage kicks I gotta get back to me Among the boys o' Hades and the painted Ladies Of this city's where I've got to be