Poverty Train - Laura Nyro

Last call for the poverty train
Last call for the poverty train
It looks good and dirty on shiny light strip
And if you don't get beat you got yourself a trip
You can see the walls roar see your brains on the floor
Become God become cripple become funky and split
Why was I born
I saw the devil and he's smiling at me
I heard my bones cry devil why's it got to be
Devil played with my brother devil drove my mother
Now the tears in the gutter are floodin the sea
Why was I born
Oh baby it looks good and dirty them shiny lights glow
A million night tramps tricks and tracks will come and go
You're starvin today but who care anyway baby it feels like I'm dying
Now I swear there's something better than gettin off on sweet cocaine
It feels so good it feels so good
Getting off the poverty train
Morning