Ratt Street

I’ve been kickin’ ‘round Long enough to know That I better get out now I’ve been waitin’ ‘round For my ship to come in But it keeps running aground This house, these steps This beat down street Where all rats seem to lead All that’s left is the Silhouette Of nights I can’t retrace Oh, bartender Just pour me one more drink And I’ll be fine I won’t get out of line Oh, Irene I wonder how much pain You hide behind your eyes I hope it ain’t mine When your white picket fence Turns into a black tooth grin You know it’s time pack it in Before the wolves descend Too many artists not enough art Stop me before I start Everyone’s got something to prove And I ain’t got nothing left for you Every single step I take Is one more towards my escape I won’t miss you But I will miss all the hell we would raise