Cockroaches

Cockroaches are crawling on the concrete floor
And nailed down rags to hide the dirty windows
There are piles of dirty blankets in that corner
In there where you found a hiding place for now
Far away from the icy winds that cracked your lips
And from the dirty needles in the alley downstairs
You protect yourself from the dealers and pimps
With a butchers knife you stole from the kitchen
Of that restaurant where you once found your food
Oh yes it is so hard at the bottom of your sad life
Where cockroaches are crawling on a concrete floor