Human Upskirt

Some guys were born for the night
When desperation's a losing fight
They go out, out on the town

Walks alone, down through Old City
Runs on booze and a lot of pity
I think I've probably seen it all
But this guy really knows how to crawl
No one's gonna give him a look
So he hits the deck like a crook and goes
Down, down on the ground

Human upskirt, out of hand
No one saw it but me
A kind of action to condemn or praise
The decision's lost on me
Human upskirt, what a freak, men are so complex
Welcome to his feeble world, he's thinking of your dress

I don't like him
He's probably busted
I can't blame him
I might be worse