Stray

It's irregular and it sure won't pay

but say naught 'til you got something to say

So I live for forty minutes a day

Can I have that?

The biggest kick you ever got

was paying out on dinosaur rock

and said with every prehistoric thought

you can stain

For every door that's been closed

there's another of your friends you can dose

While your brains seem to speak through your clothes

And for every handshake that'll pay

there's another motherfuck who'll complain

that to keep a legal dose is so lame

Are you stray?

Those born with gold with weary souls

Should eat their young and die

Are you stray?