You're in the yard and you're standing by your train and there's nothing fucking rideable, its driving you insane and there's puddle water in the needle in my vein as its coursing through my blood and its mixed with cheap cocaine
Tracks of my arm led to the tricks up my sleeve and left me broke and fucking hungry, now I'm living on the street Well, the tracks of my arm led to the tricks up my sleeve and left me broke and fucking hungry, now I need a bite to eat
Its been a short piggy back to Montreal it was a cold and windy ride with my woman and my dogs Then we drink all day as we party through the night but now I'm backing out on liquor and I'm looking for a fight
Going to take a trip now, I'm sipping on some wine and I'm lighting up a joint that's how we roll and have a time We got a pack of dogs and some shity tattoos sewing patches on our cloths, with a mouth full of booze
'Cause the tracks of my arm led to the tricks up my sleeve and left me broke and fucking hungry now I'm living on the street Well, the tracks of my arm led to the tricks up my sleeve and left me broke and fucking hungry now I need a bite to eat