Streets paved with diamonds are straight and clean As the barrel of 48 following a magazine And the crooked old cats high on fat kick the bone To the junkyard dog, who ain't looking for no cause for a miracle Mama looks down with her cool eyes Loose change jangles in the pockets of her alibi And I stopped praying in the famine cause I am good with the bone Just a junkyard dog who ain't looking for no cause for a miracle I prayed for water When I had no water I prayed for sun When I had no sun I prayed for love When I had no love I bruised my knees to many times on mama's gun So come on mama shoot me down Or don't because I ain't A born again believer begging you for restraint As far as miracles and luck Lady, I'll make my own Just a junkyard dog who ain't looking for no cause Just a junkyard dog who ain't looking for no cause Just a junkyard dog who ain't looking for no cause For a miracle