Gutter talk

Natural is people running without direction and leaving no trace behind. Faces up, heading to the sun up above in the sky. Smell the air with the smell of breeze moisturizing every surface in the planet. It is life what i call the energy seen in all the trafic lights. Yellow turns red and we know what it had been: Green. Walk. Wipe the dust out of your worn out shoe, it had gone and passed through many trustworthy neighborhoods, and strays of the worst kind. Kitty cat´s living on the edge on the street with nowhere to hide or lay without the steps of the passing-by cars and people smoking cigars.
Alley cats, street-dogs, travesties, nice-looking whores, the night is young and i don´t feel completely sober at all. The folks are sitting on the gutter, talkin, chanting last night´s drinks and lost loves. With the eyes almost shut they sing the best songs we know of. One more bottle, one more love, don´t step on my head with you high heel shoes...You know you´re blonde, i don´t care at all...The redhead girl was lookin at me before... Look up, they starting to throw stuff from the top floor of the brooklyn apartments. They are angry, they are hungry. They want more. They don´t have life, they don´t care if we have fun or not. Hey, man! You´re invited to sit down here with these people you see bleeding, sweating, laughing and drinking till the last sip of the cheap wine, and gin. Feel the energy, feel it deep, or else ima go upstairs and throw you from up there, you selfish bastard asshole.