The Hip and the Homeless

So you found another buckshot under your skin Behind your rib Head in your hands Steady as she goes She goes away Wonderful day This time Nobody cares for the girl who's spoken for Broken and black No one wrote back And back in the alley She oozes like a cyst Systematically Dirty to clean This time My baby Why I'll give you a piece of my mind My baby Why How's a little crime? Cause when the mood is right and the night is you then you'll finally love me sweetly You'll finally love me right October nights Cans and camel lights Pushed into the sand Baby in hand Two kids soda pop Bus stops Dirty knees Deep color freeze This time