Canal Street

The day didn't stark to nice or good

No better than the night before

The moon was in a nasty mood

The sun had a mug of a dead whore

Now, shall we see what the cat brought

Another rat for me to bite

What kind of slime do I not got

To help me kill my time tonight?

Canal street

I gotta quit

I go to bed sober and clean

Hands on the sheets just like a baby

But I get up like Charlie Sheen

Hung over, dry and empty-handed

Sociology at canal street

College of life - that was my schooling

But it's too much, can't take the heat

Like a mad dog I see it drooling

Canal street

I gotta quit

I feel the same down in my gut

I must have come from another world

In this man's mouth always a butt

Even when puke inside in whirled

Each time we meet they start to bark

Their diamond throats get all ecstatic

Our school of thought at Wilson Park

Vulgar in words - it's so schematic

Canal street

I gotta quit