Street dogs for breakfast

Whiskey sours for lunch

Street dogs for breakfast

Whiskey sours for lunch

Well, sometimes you gotta bottom out

To really find yourself

He's in the alley every morning

Somewhere down on Delancey Street

Said, "If you're feeling kinda lucky

I got just what you need"

Soiled mattress in the basement

Of a Chinese boarding house

Threw the clock against the window bars

Got all the time in the world

And eating street dogs for breakfast

Whiskey sours for lunch

Street dogs for breakfast

Whiskey sours for lunch

Yeah, sometimes you gotta bottom out

To really find yourself

Wrecked his old man's convertible

Drove him to an early grave

So now it's back to jumping turnstiles

Went through all his mama's loose change

And eating street dogs for breakfast

Whiskey sours for lunch

Street dogs for breakfast

Whiskey sours for lunch

And sometimes you gotta bottom out

To really find yourself

It's the end of the days

And the thin man's in the basement

Fending off the zombies

In the night of the living evangelicals

And eating street dogs for breakfast

Whiskey sours for lunch

Street dogs for breakfast

Whiskey sours for lunch

Street dogs for breakfast

Whiskey sours for lunch

Yeah, street dogs for breakfast

Whiskey sours for lunch

Yeah, sometimes you gotta bottom out

To really find yourself