Goddamn These Hands of Mine

Linndale '85, broken bottles on the floor
Some sad, dark man at the unopened door
Cold air comes through the
Cracks in the windows
15 below in the house when the wind blows
Haven’t made rent in a month, maybe two
Got scum in the drains
Dead birds in the flue
Some scumbag swings by four times a week
Selling bathtub crack that he
Scored on the street
Gonna get clean
Gonna get these devils all out
Yeah, leave this hell, gotta get down South
Goddamn this city goddamn these people
Goddamn this weather
Goddamn these broken down hands of mine