"Street Dogs For Breakfast" lyrics
Street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself
He's in the alley in the morning
Somewhere down on Delancey Street
Said if you're feeling kinda lucky
I got just what you need
Soiled mattress in the basement
Of a Chinese boarding house
Threw my clock against the window bars
All the time in the world
Eatin' street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself
Wrecked his old man's convertible
Drove him to an early grave
Now it's back to jumping turnstiles
Went through all his mama's loose change
And eatin' street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself
It's the end of the days of the thin man in the basement
Fending off the zombies and night of the living evangelicals
Eatin' street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself
Whiskey sours for lunch
Street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself
He's in the alley in the morning
Somewhere down on Delancey Street
Said if you're feeling kinda lucky
I got just what you need
Soiled mattress in the basement
Of a Chinese boarding house
Threw my clock against the window bars
All the time in the world
Eatin' street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself
Wrecked his old man's convertible
Drove him to an early grave
Now it's back to jumping turnstiles
Went through all his mama's loose change
And eatin' street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself
It's the end of the days of the thin man in the basement
Fending off the zombies and night of the living evangelicals
Eatin' street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself
Writer(s): David A. Schools, Domingo S. Ortiz, Todd A. Nance, John Robert Hermann, John F. Bell, Jimmy Eddie Herring Jr., Duane Trucks
