Songtext von When You're Born In The Gutter, You End Up In The Port

Clawing in the dark for a switch. Indian summer upon us. Tried to see but thick was the haze. How can I ever get one leg up. When I was born with my two feet in the grave. When I was young. The preacher told me. I'd be found out by my sins. Bloody my fists. Against the same wall. Hoping for a different dent. Over and over again. Keep searching for daylight.