Streetlight

Feel like a prostitute, only used at night Never appreciated, I don't think its right People make use of me with little thought at all Without me they'd be in the dark, could trip or fall Never worry about me, couldn't care if I'm hurting But! don't they complain when I'm not working Stuck out here in the weather in all extremes They all rely on me or that is the way it seems Only time I get washed is when it happens to rain Sometimes I short out and spark, oh what pain My cover is old, yes its all cracked and broken Does any one give a dam? you must be joking Dogs cock there leg against me and take a piss Birds **** all over me, don't think I deserve this Men lean their girl against me for a kiss and a feel Undesirables stand below me to make a drug deal Police try to solve crimes perhaps stop an odd fight No idea most of the time, I try to shed a bit of light Concreted to the ground, can't move, surely not fair Stuck out in the weather with my head high in the air Once I was hit by a drunk driver and knocked to the ground Police and firetruck arrived, driver was nowhere to be found Sparks and electrical currents, gee whiz it certainly hurt Firemen threw powder over me, too dangerous to squirt I lay on the ground for a week, some flags around me People stayed away at night, just wasn't possible to see Then along came some workers, such nice gentlemen Fixed me, and with use of a crane stood me up again I cannot understand people at all, certainly not fair I needed to be run over before they showed any care They are all happy to use me while my heart glows Don't they cuss though if my poor old globe blows