I saw a man fall through the street
at Leavenworth and Eddy
where the asphalt's big fat lip was gaping wide
he was walking like a gentleman
the streets laid down in front of him
they jumping jacked and welcomed him inside
luck's a dead dog howlin' at the sparrows
tell me do you cry for what you can't find?
take a little time...
I'm with you baby
turpentine heat seeks the sewer stains
and scrapes its nails along your ghost
I said I'm with you like your baby doll
that's lost and found
and lost again just when you hold her close
luck's a dead dog, howlin' at the sparrows
I have been a friend, so won't you do me right?
dress tomorrow in white
sympathy it runs like wine
but guilt flows like a soda fountain
trickling from purses torn apart
when the temperature it drops like coins
from up in frozen heaven
you can hold the cold and eat it like a heart
luck's a dead dog, howlin' at the sparrows
Hey there, won't you do us right?
dress tomorrow in white
five on the dime is almost time for a supper at last or a last supper
spade he'll use to dig my bed
and when you gotta pay him there's a quarter in my hat brim
and these golden rings of you hear in my head
luck's a dead dog, howlin' at the sparrows
and they'll cry a few and scatter like dice
and they'll dress tomorrow in white
take a little time