you crawl out of the gutter
straight into the dumpster
another day on the streets of zombie land

living for something
if something was nothing
then nothing would be all that you have

just follow the tracks
the needles have left
have they notified your next of kin

leaning on a lamp post
hoping to hold up your ghost
as insanity blows in on the wind

how long will you last
in this life of pass the trash
high expectations combined with low demands

a drying up puddle of mud
here to bathe and drink pain from
this is not going according to plan

the hollowed-out shell next to you
was once someone you thought you knew
with what little memory you have left

as you both sit here and melt
dying in this living hell
another day on the streets of zombie land