Down by the Dock

There's a back alley girl and she's tryin' to see The real meaning of what it means to be free Treasures she finds sifting' thru the debris The colors she likes to choose for her scheme Down by the dock there's a pleasure that likes to be known A light that only lights when its shown And there's a feeling' that all of her roots have already grown Rottin' thru her skin down to the bone