Street Dogs For Breakfast - Widespread Panic

Street dogs for breakfast

Whiskey sours for lunch

Street dogs for breakfast

Whiskey sours for lunch

Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself

He’s in the alley in the 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 my clock against the window bars

All the time in the world

Eatin' street dogs for breakfast

Whiskey sours for lunch

Street dogs for breakfast

Whiskey sours for lunch

Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself

Wrecked his old man’s convertible

Drove him to an early grave

Now it’s back to jumping turnstiles

Went through all his mama’s loose change

And eatin' street dogs for breakfast

Whiskey sours for lunch

Street dogs for breakfast

Whiskey sours for lunch

Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself

It’s the end of the days of the thin man in the basement

Fending off the zombies and night of the living evangelicals

Eatin' street dogs for breakfast

Whiskey sours for lunch

Street dogs for breakfast

Whiskey sours for lunch

Street dogs for breakfast

Whiskey sours for lunch

Street dogs for breakfast

Whiskey sours for lunch

Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself