Less Than Jake

It was a cold december on 2nd ave and 6th st.
Too cold to think about anybody passing me
When I overheard 'I'm gonna tell you straight from the shoulder...
Boy... You better get running'
On the corner of 2nd and 6th and outta time,
With a cough, feeling lost and a bottle of cheap wine.
Just then I realized that I can't seem to understand
When I saw that guy heading for the dopeman.
It's just the same old story on the same old street