No Place Left Where 2 Go

No where to go No where to stay Money Money Money Home is where the rain drops fall upon my hat Late , late after midnight on the street's and steps of derelict condemned boarded up building's But still it is far safer and better to be rained upon than venture on inside As shadows however remote they seem even if you strap oneself to the crumbling decaying ceiling Will find a way to climb the walls and stow away inside your soul And death will not come quickly enough to save you from awakening to The dawning light piercing through the crack's the boarding failed to cover up That the leftovers broke in order to break in