text: There is a house on th streetnthey call the lost leafnand it is beennthe ruinnof many a poor boynand godnI knownIm onenMy brother was a fire fighternhe lived right down the streetnmy father was not a gamblin mannhe never went down in new orleansnnow the only thing a phoenician needsnis some sun screen and a drinknand the only time that he or she is satisfied nis when they are on a drunknorgan solonoh motherntell your childrennnot to do what i have donenmeet some whore on a first fridaynin the house of the lost leafnwell i got one foot on the platformnthe other foot on the light rail trainnim going back to cen phonto wear that ball and chainnwell there is a house on roosevelt rownthey call the lost leafnand its beennthe ruinnof many a poor boynand god i know i am one