"Street Rat" lyrics

Wouldn't feed that
To a street rat
But it's around
Can't stop
'Cause there's a blind spot
When it's around

I don't feel like myself without a prop
Maybe that's a part of the problem
Somebody's makin' a buck
Makes me wanna give it up
That's a part of the problem

Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah

Didn't mean that
Get the key back
I was wrong
'Cause it's chronic
And this is not the
Time to stop

I don't really wanna leave this to God
Maybe that's a part of the problem

Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah

Couldn't give it up when I was gettin' around
And I couldn't give it up when I was still on your couch
It's awful
And it's needed
Karma is a maniac, I'm losin' my friends
If I get rid of all the goods and pretend
It's awful
And not needed

Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah

Wouldn't feed that
To a street rat
But it's around