All ways running round
covering ground
from one place to another
always wanting something
bringing you their hard bad luck
stories
head down hand out
anything you got
Like crack heads they got
their daily route
They come around spoil your
day with
their blues about the bills
their daily domestic trouble
got you feeling drained inside a
giant suffocating buble
Lips twitching looking itching
at your drink
Smoker never got a cigarette
lying with every eye blink
You just wanna um to go
come around no more
Finally they gone leaving you
drained now not even wanna
leave home