Street Blues

I remenisce about what I've had to go thru

I pray to the patron saint of wayward fags

I long to be a lad for the rest of my days

And I count my possessions on one hand

I payed so much money

And saved so much money

And all I'm left with is my dick in my hand

If you don't understand

I'd rather be dripping in diamonds and furs

I'd rather be elated by a gentleman

And dance with bananas

And men with bandanas

And go for a ride

Feel the steel in between my thigh

And bounce all night

You can catch me on the elevator

We can go for a ride

With my shopping bag

It carries my possessions

It's all I have left

Don't know why I am homeless

Maybe you can tell me

I'm sleeping with the stars

And although it's warm

I'm freezing

Your frostiness is unappealing

You've been warned at my show

And now I gotta go

I will check in