Sleeping sideless
On a flat little matress
I call the dirt
And I was a nasty little flirt
Flirty wit all the boys in the streets
Sleeping in vestibules
Just to be chased out by cops
Threatening to charge me
With tresspassing
Sleeping sideless
On a flat little matress
I call the dirt
So, I'm wandering aimlessly
In the middle of the dark
In the middle of a snowstorm
While lighting strikes my arm
In the shaadows of a homless abyss
No where to piss
No one to miss
Sleeping sideless
On a flat little matress
I call the dirt
I had no money
I had no drugs
I had no fags
Or clogs or hogs
Everynight when i open my eyes
I can't close em tight
Everyday that i struggle
I keep in the huddle
Of the frightening sights
Sleeping sideless
On a flat little matress
I call the dirt
