JERRY STRATT
JERRY STRATT'S LAYIN ON HIS BACK-IN AN 18TH STREET FLAT-METHADONE CLINIC HAD HIM GRINNIN-BUT NOW HEAD'S SPINNIN-CAN'T GET LOVE, CAN'T QUIT DRUGS-CAN'T SIT STILL BUT CAN'T STAND UP-AND NOW THERE'S PEOPLE AT THE DOOR-WHAT'S HE GONNA DO-HE'S GONNA SHUT HIS EYES-STRATT'S GOT A PLAN, GONNA MAKE A STAND-SOMETIMES TIRES OF AVOIDING THE MAN-THERE'S A PLACE HE KNOWS WHERE HE CAN GO-GET AWAY FROM IT ALLL AND TAKE IT SLOW-AND NOW HE'S ALL ALONE-JERRY STRATT TOOK A WALK ONE DAY LEATHERS, BOOTS, SPIKES, CHAINS-THE SONG SAYS YOU GOT TO STAND UP TALL-BUT THE PATCH SAYS "SICK OF IT ALL"-AND NOW HE'S GONNA GO BACK-DOWN TO THE CORNER FOR A BAG-AND NOW HE'S GONNA SLEEP SOUND-TILL THE PARAMEDICS COME AROUND...JERRY STRATT COME BACK
