Yellin’ for food like wolves
Walkin’ for wood like mules
We ain’t got no house
We ain’t got no home
I ain’t got no brain
I ain’t goin’ for rain
Aimin’ at the street
It’s been with us three
Papa’s the trunk
I’m a sleepin’ little fox
Mama’s the leaves
I’m a sleepin’ little fox
I ain’t no feelin’ like livin’
I lay wishin’ I’m dyin’
I wanna be eaten by the fresh stream
And I wanna be shoved by this dream
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