Streetside Lyrics

From the corner is where it starts
Torn in half like a dollar bill
Happy mourners� window heart is
Bitter still
Truth�s fictions stranger than any lie
Smooth convictions danger plan of
Twisted night
Does the pope shit in the wood?
He might be damned hoarding all his ill-got
Goods with Uncle Sam
Greener grass on the comfort side your
Easy choice
I�m leaning fast into the twisted night
One voice
At the bottom�s where it ends
No between, catch life�s riddles fates
Winds send
Depraviteam so low, it�s been real
A total fiend, by his hand a lonely man
Looking for a streetside queen