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 woo their spittin' sons

hunky husbands sell their pounds of flesh

the most sung song is sixteens tons

only trash is good for cash

Send me y'r greetings, sweet sweet love

commend me if I need to be heaven above

Y'r socalled friends just drain y'r brain

to be a star in conversation

the clap trap rows on Lover's Lane are

only meant to keep you on probation

Shoot y'r shit & shoot y'r stinkin' lip

you find no way to score a solid hit

try everything now to prove y'r hip

you're gonna end up the final stupid flip

Send me your greetings, sweet sweet love

commend me if I need to be 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