Last call for the poverty train
Last call for the poverty train

It looks good and dirty 
On shiny light strip
And if you don't get beat
You got yourself a trip

You can see the walls roar 
See your brains on the floor
Become God
Become cripple
Become funky and split
Why was I born?

Oh baby, I just saw the devil 
And he's smiling at me
I heard my bones cry 
Devil, why's it got to be?

Devil played with my brother 
Devil drove my mother
Now, the tears in the gutter 
Are flooding the sea
Why was I born?

Oh baby, it looks good and dirty 
Them shiny lights glow
A million night tramps 
Tricks and tracks 
Will come and go
You're starvin' today 
But who cares anyway? 

Baby, it feels like I'm dying
Now, I swear there's something better than 
Gettin' off on sweet cocaine
It feels so good
It feels so good
Getting off the poverty train
Morning