Street Dogs For Breakfast

Street dogs for breakfast Whiskey sours for lunch Street dogs for breakfast Whiskey sours for lunch Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself He's in the alley in the morning Somewhere down on Delancey Street Said if you're feeling kinda lucky I got just what you need Soiled mattress in the basement Of a Chinese boarding house Threw my clock against the window bars All the time in the world Eatin' street dogs for breakfast Whiskey sours for lunch Street dogs for breakfast Whiskey sours for lunch Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself Wrecked his old man's convertible Drove him to an early grave Now it's back to jumping turnstiles Went through all his mama's loose change And eatin' street dogs for breakfast Whiskey sours for lunch Street dogs for breakfast Whiskey sours for lunch Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself It's the end of the days of the thin man in the basement Fending off the zombies and night of the living evangelicals Eatin' street dogs for breakfast Whiskey sours for lunch Street dogs for breakfast Whiskey sours for lunch Street dogs for breakfast Whiskey sours for lunch Street dogs for breakfast Whiskey sours for lunch Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself