Every time I open my mouth Or take off my clothes I am raw and frostbitten From being exposed I got red scabby hands And purple scabby feet And you can smell me coming From half way down the street And I remember that old hotel had quite the smell Where I would go to use the phone Between the donut shop and the pizza parlor Where I learned to live alone Sweet sixteen and smiling My way out of any jam Learning the ways of the world, oh my Learning the ways of man, oh And I didn't really want a baby And I guess that I had a choice But I just let it grow inside me Its persistent little voice And I guess I got her off and running And then run off is what she did And that's a part of what I think about When I think about that kid So now there's nothing left to wish upon Except the passing cars The cacophony of city lights Is drowning out the stars This park bench is a life boat And the rest a big dark sea And I'm just gonna lie here Until something comes and finds me Yeah, I got this tired old face Still grinning most of the time Just cause it don't have a better way To express what's on its mind And I got this running monolog Entertaining in its outrage And I've got the air of an animal That's been living in a cage Every time I open my mouth Or take off my clothes I am raw and frostbitten From being exposed I got red scabby hands And purple scabby feet And you can smell me coming From half way down the street