Sitting on the kerb
  You wipe the tears away again
  The gutter holds your sallow hearts
  That wash down with the rain
  Barbed and brittle hands that push
  The hair out of your eyes
  Pavement fires a-flicker
  Like a host of fire flies
  
  My song calls from the gutter
  And the gutter sings to me
  A roundabout of down and outs
  In cardboard box city
  My song calls from the gutter
  And the gutter sings to me
  A roundabout of down and outs
  A dark cacophony
  
  The wolven of the orphan gangs
  Take turns to search and steal
  They splash about the puddles
  And are trodden under heel
  They bathe their pearly faces
  In the lights of Chinatown
  And they lick their pearly fingers
  When the street lamps flicker down
  
  My song calls from the gutter
  And the gutter sings to me
  A roundabout of down and outs
  In cardboard box city
  My song calls from the gutter
  And the gutter sings to me
  A roundabout of down and outs
  A dark cacophony
  
  All night I've been up
  With the bitterest of thoughts
  I can't seem to throw
  All my cares to the wind
  Makes me sleep feverish
  Makes me sleep scared
  Pillow of secrets
  And blanket of sins