The Streets (Explicit)

It's never quite complete
It's never ever discrete
But people disappear
And there are people you meet
They come from everywhere
But not just anywhere
They all got stories to tell
They all got secrets to keep
Then you find someone you like
And maybe you go for a bite
You start to feel secure
You think it's something you like
But as you're passing
By you kinda wanna cry
You thinking maybe
She even saved your live
She keeps me off the streets
She keeps me off the streets
She keeps me off the streets
She keeps me off the streets
So I was shooting the s**t
Like I could handle it
Like I could like on the dole
And run around trading bikes
And go crawl in a hole
When it gets too cold
With nowhere to be
And nowhere to go
And no boss to call my own
I'm just wetting a line
My time is mine it would be so divine
Then you meet someone
That seems to know the ropes
Knows how to cheat a con
That knows life's a joke
She keeps me off the streets
She keeps me off the streets
She keeps me off the streets
She keeps me off the streets
So then you bend the law
But when it finally breaks
It breaks over your head
And leaves you in its wake
And then she calls her dad
And lies about the cash
And then she bales you out
Then you feel like an ass
Where had you gone
You bee gone for so long
I heard you're calling yourself a vagabond
You're living out on the lamb
And you got yourself in a jam
You got nothing to eat
When I see you again
I'll see you out on the street
She keeps me off the streets
She keeps me off the streets
She keeps me off the streets
She keeps me off the streets
She keeps me off the streets
She keeps me off the streets
She keeps me off the streets
She keeps me off the streets