In a bone dry shack

Down on Oceanside

Drive where the boredom fools urban people inside



The thrill of the hunt on the glowing tube

A gang of deadbeats blow a last dube



Its a hardluck life, a skid row ride

And we'll be working the strip till after high tide



He's a 2-bit man in a 3-piece suit

Sucking money from a straw

Like nectar from a fruit



It's outrageous looking for Gabbio

It's contagious making plans to go looking for Gabbio



Hard times and the street is what he knows

Gabby is a soldier living in the ghetto



In a rubbish heap, want food to eat

Anything goes when you livin on da street



Gun shots make other youth fall

Feel you're bad but you can't kill dem all



Through tribulation he still stand tall

Gabby know soon will be the final call



Hacking a taxi brings a tear to an eye

Of who wanted it all but now needs to get high



Down on the corner in a bridesmaid's gown

Shattered and shivering and going to town to see this...



Salt stained shirt, leather pants & a tie

Sunbleached hair and a bottle of rye



But we got cheaper and better from a guy I know

That's why I'm making plans to go



Looking for Gabbio