Poverty Train

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