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Skid row

the swiftest fingers play for money
the best are tangled up in minds
the sweetest sisters come down to connin'
they buy no truth of any kind
senile mothers hangin' round woo their sniffin' sons
and hunky husbands sell their pound of flesh
the most sung song is sixteen tons
and only trash is good for cash

send me your greetings, sweet sweet love
commend me if need be to heaven above

your so-called friends just drain your brain
to be a star in conversation
the claptrap vows on lovers lane

[p. 350]

 

aant.

 

only meant to keep you on probation

 

shoot your shit and shoot your stinkin' lip

 

you won't find no way to score a solid hit

 

try everything to prove you're hip

 

you're only gonna end up the final stupid flip

 

 

 

greetings, sweet sweet love

 

commend me if need be to heaven above

 

but leave me, please leave me

 

with the scum & the junkies

 

on skid row, where all names are delusive

 

skid row, where all pain is exclusive

 

skid row