I’ve been kicking around
South Cushman St. for years now
Folks down here they seem more real
They’re bound to tell you how they feel
When they’re down and out
Yeah, we’re down and out
There ain’t nothing we can do
I’m treading water these days too
We get up early and we stay up late
This summer here is a liquid concentrate
That we pass around yeah we pass around
The back behind our swollen eyes
In the darkness, we still realize
That winter is coming yeah winner is coming
There ain’t nothing we can do
I might be outdoors with you too
If things don’t change
Solstice comes and solstice goes
We fall in love we fall apart
We start again with all we’ve got
Sometimes that’s just a broken heart
September is when we close it down
We pull our steaks and move our tents
From frozen ground
October’s win the madness ends
If they don’t steal our dividends
We’ve got a shot
It’s not a lot
But I sure hope those checks are fat
Mine’s going where it’s at
In the oil tank, please
By the time you can see your breath
Somebody’s already froze to death in fairbanks
This season
I’ve been kicking around
South Cushman St.
For years now.
