Street Joy

I don't mind the sound Of your voice, of your voice When you use it like your gun So much fun, fire your gun Casual as you are, gets hard to say I won't say, 'less you're going away He strings himself on up to your front door You've been a wall of ideas about the rich and the poor We could start home talking Make your focus break When you're left to yourself You throw it out anyway I don't differentiate We from they, we from they Feel my appetite Why is life sleepless night? Lean my head against an angry moon Always room, angry moon In and out of a metal chair In an unknown apartment where I can build myself up Before I make the scare String myself up onto your front door Street joy You adore