Creep the streets,
till the morning,
praying the sun away.
I hear the people weeping.
Making deals,
with the dead,
whether it be,
God or Mammon.
Tear drops in the ocean.
There’s a great notion.
I hear them talk,
then fought,
then run away.
I hear on the streets off of Main.
I go searching,
through the boroughs,
looking for a scrap,
or something more.
I need to smell it in the air tonight.
Get apprehended,
near the flood gates,
wishing for an act of God.
Well the thing, it delivered.
Then ran in fear.
I saw them balk,
then walk,
then run away.
As they headed for the safety of Main.
Daddy’s got a loaded .45,
I’m not looking away.
I can feel it on my temple.
You can cry, and you can beg,
but the demons won’t go away.
Just another drop in the ocean.
They yelled stop,
we need to talk,
don’t go away.
I could hear them but I couldn’t understand.
I yelled stop,
don’t call the cops,
find safety on Main
I’ll make these demons go away.
I took the shot,
then I dropped,
they ran away.
They ran for the safety of Main
I fell like a teardrop into the ocean.
