Rooster Chronicles
Mystic
Cowboys
From the missions and soup kitchens
To the alleys down the street
Someone is laughing while someone is getting beat
And it don’t take much to get ‘em high anymore
There’s always someone preaching and there’s always someone bent
There’s always a single mother that’s hooking to pay the rent
And it don’t take much to get ‘em high anymore
Joey’s drunk but he thinks he sees an angel
Who am I to argue with that man?
He’s on his knees in a makeshift alley altar
He says he’s part of the good Lord’s master plan
The drunk tanks and holding cells are full beyond relief
There’s weekend johns and pedophiles and a couple of common
thieves
And it don’t take much to get ‘em high anymore
There’s a God for the homeless and a God for the drunks
God for the junkies and God for the punks
And it don’t take much to get ‘em high anymore
Hey Joey’s drunk but he thinks he sees an angel
Who am I to argue with that man?
He’s on his knees in a makeshift alley altar