There is, a house on 5th street\nthey call the lost leaf\nand it's been\nthe ruin\nof many, a poor boy\nand god\nI know\nI'm one\nMy brother was a fire fighter\nhe lived right down the street\nmy father wasnt a gamblin man\nhe never went down in new orleans\nnow the only thing a phoenician needs\nis some sun screen and a drink\nand the only time that he or she's satisfied \nis when they're on a drunk\n*organ solo*\noh mother\ntell your children\nnot to do what i have done\nmeet some whore on a first friday\nin the house of the lost leaf\nwell i got one foot on the platform\nthe other foot on the light rail train\nim going back to cen pho\nto wear that ball and chain\nwell there is a house on roosevelt row\nthey call the lost leaf\nand its been\nthe ruin\nof many a poor boy\nand god i know i'm one