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