Skid Row (downtown) Paroles

Paroles de Skid Row (downtown)

Alarm goes off at seven andyou start uptown.You put in your eight hours for the powers that have always been.(Sing it, child.) Till it's five P.M.Then you goDowntownwhere the folks are broke.You go down Downtownwhere your life's a joke.You go downtown,where you buy your token you gohome to Skid Row. (Home to skid row.)Yes, you goDowntown where the cabs don't stop.Downtown where the food is slop.Downtown, where the hopheads flop in the snow.Down on Skid Row.Uptown you cater to a million jerks.Uptown you're messengers andmailroom clekrsEating all your lunches at thehot dog carts.The bosses take your money and they break your hearts.And uptown you cater to a million whores.You disinfect terrazzo on their bathroom floors.The job's are really menial. You'll make no bread.And then at five o'clock you'll head (by subway) . . .Downtown where the guys are drips.Downtown where they rip your slips.Downtown where relationships are no go.Down on skid row. (Down on skid row).Down on skid row. (Down on skid row).Down on skid row. (Down on skid row).Down on skid row.Poor, all my lifeI've always been poor.I keep asking God what I'm for,and he tells me "Gee, I'm not sure.Sweep that floor, kid."Oh, I started life as an orphan, a child of the street here on skid row.He took me in, gave me shelter, a bed, crust of bread and a job.Treats me like dirt. Calls me a slob, which I am.So I live downtown.That's your home address.You live downtownwhen your life's a mess.You live downtownwhere depressions' jes' status quo.Down on skid row.Someone show me a way to get outa here,'cause I constantly pray I'll get outa here.Please, won't somebody say I'll get outa here.Someone gimme my shot or I'll rot here.Show me how and I will,Downtown, there's no rules for us.I'll get outa here.I'll start climbin' uphill Downtown, 'cause it's dangerous.and get outa here.Someone tell me I stillDowntown where the rainbow'sjust a no show.could get outa here.Someone tell lady luck------------When you livethat I'm stuck here.Gee, it sure would be swell downtown where the sun don't shine.to get outa here,bid the gutter farewell Downtown past the bottom line.and get outa here.I'd move heaven and hell Downtown.Go ask any wino. He'll know.to get outa skid,I'd do I dunno what Downtown.to get outa skid,but a hell of a lot Downtown.to get outa skid,people tell me there's not Downtown.---------Skid row.a way outa skid,but believe me, I've gottaget outa skid row.