Dogs of Bushwick - The Sharp Things

I was 15 years old when I wrote my first song

In a gas station kiosk

On a Casiotone

Near the stadium

In the shadow of a Miracle

There's a song for the desperate

Who robbed me at gunpoint

A song for the crackheads

And transvestite prostitutes

Loitering

Even got a song for you

Got a little change

Got a little change

In my pocket

Now reach for it

Got a little change

Got a little change

In my pocket

Now reach for it

Find a trade and get paid

Make a lot and get laid

Just forget all the music

That swells in your head

Have a family

Buy a house in Oceanside

It's a dangerous endeavor

And it's much like a drug

'Cos you think that you're winning

But it's never enough

Till the money's gone

Still the urge is twice as strong

Got a little change

Got a little change

In my pocket

Now reach for it

Got a little change

Got a little change

In my pocket

Now reach for it

Nothing to show for it

Nothing to show for

Dogs of Bushwick

And they play to their wives

And they play to their children

They play to their girlfriends

While time is shrinking their audience

To play at all don't make no sense

It's a gift it's a curse

It's a drink that I nurse

And it sometimes gets better

But it also gets worse

Got a little change

Got a little change

In my pocket

Now reach for it

Got a little change

Got a little change

In my pocket

Now reach for it

There's a radio station alive in my head

There's a radio station that's driving me mad

Hearing symphonies

Strings and horns and timpani

I know silence to be the writer's worst enemy

Apathy runs a close second

But do what you want to me

There will still be song

Got a little change

Got a little change

In my pocket

Now reach for it

Got a little change

Got a little change

In my pocket

Now reach for it

Nothing to show for it

Nothing to show for it

Nothing to show for it

Dogs of Bushwick