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

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

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
Running aground, running aground.