In a bone dry shack   Down on Oceanside   Drive where the boredom fools urban people inside      The thrill of the hunt on the glowing tube   A gang of deadbeats blow a last dube      Its a hardluck life, a skid row ride   And we'll be working the strip till after high tide      He's a 2-bit man in a 3-piece suit   Sucking money from a straw   Like nectar from a fruit      It's outrageous looking for Gabbio   It's contagious making plans to go looking for Gabbio      Hard times and the street is what he knows   Gabby is a soldier living in the ghetto      In a rubbish heap, want food to eat   Anything goes when you livin on da street      Gun shots make other youth fall   Feel you're bad but you can't kill dem all      Through tribulation he still stand tall   Gabby know soon will be the final call      Hacking a taxi brings a tear to an eye   Of who wanted it all but now needs to get high      Down on the corner in a bridesmaid's gown   Shattered and shivering and going to town to see this...      Salt stained shirt, leather pants & a tie   Sunbleached hair and a bottle of rye      But we got cheaper and better from a guy I know   That's why I'm making plans to go      Looking for Gabbio