Civvy Street

The morning she cracks a whip and I crawl out of my bed

The cogs and the wheels of daylight say children they must be fed

Kitchen don't give no solace

Sleep's dragging at my feet

Dragging the ball and chain now

It's daytime on civvy street

Coffee it smells like tires

Pours out like motor oil

My head is full of wires

Short circuit in my soul

There's some folk that greet the morning

With wide open arms they meet

My footsteps they ring hollow

It's daytime on civvy street

Come on, doggy, won't you move your feet?

Aight, do the civvy street

To his master's voice so sweet

Aight, do the civvy street

Aight, do the civvy street

Aight

Come on, doggy, won't you move your feet?

Aight, do the civvy street

To his master's voice so sweet

Aight, do the civvy street

Aight, do the civvy street

Aight

So, I walked down to the station

My soul trailing like a child

Faces are stooped in mourning

For the passing of a simpler time

The train screams its arrival

Silence shattered at my feet

Beauty has found a rival

It's daytime on civvy street

Come on, doggy, won't you move your feet?

Aight, down on civvy street

To a master's voice so sweet

Aight, do the civvy street

Well, come on now you girls and boys

Aight, do the civvy street

To the sound of his master's voice

Aight, do the civvy street

Aight, do the civvy street

Aight

Aight