I cut into you, you cut into me
It's another way of our family
Too old is the past, we'll make these good times last
Before we're all just a memory
Too late for Tommy, a box was his home
Black curtains devide them all
Down on the street, we got nothin to eat
You and I survive on our rabid love
We believe the universe will take care of us
And workin all day is more dangerouse
You and your money, it's just an optional need
You can take all you want, we would rather be free
Frankies fallen down, as he hits the ground
We call his name, he doesnt make a sound
Down on the street we got nothin to eat
You and I survive on our rabid love
