Can’t Live Off Love

I’ve seen blood spilled over nickels and quarters,

A dime, price of life, no role for a father.

Pimpin’ for a change, for smoke, for life,

While she’s laid up with a stranger, no way to treat a wife.

Baby cries for food, maybe cries for more,

While you wait out, jacked up, for your son to mature.

Put a shot in his arm, and a gun in his hand,

Send him on his way, thinking daddy’s the man.

Don’t tell me

Don’t tell me

Don’t tell me

We can’t live off love.

I’ve seen her wearing shorts when it’s cold outside,

No coat, not a jacket, just enough to get high.

Whoring for drink, for smoke, for pump,

Lay up with a stranger, more than once you get fucked.

He’s longer here and the reason’s clear,

Caught himself a disease and he died last year.

So you wonder if and you wonder when,

And your prayer to your God you’ll never do it again.

But you’re flat on your back come the very next day,

I hear you asking your Lord why did he turn you away.

But his hand’s been out for your whole damned life,

Don’t need religion till it’s a sure bet that you’re going to die.

Don’t tell me

Don’t tell me

Don’t tell me

We can’t live off love.