Panic! At The Disco - Skid Row (Downtown) [Little shop of horrors' cover] | Текст песни

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• Skid Row (Downtown) [Little shop of horrors' cover]

Alarm goes off at seven and you start uptown.
You put in your eight hours for the powers that have always been.
Till it's five P.M.

Then you go downtown where the folks are broke.
You go down downtown where your life's a joke.
You go downtown, where you buy your toke 'n' you go *
Home to skid row. (Home to skid row.)

Yes, you go downtown 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 and mailroom clerks
Eating all your lunches at the hot 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 life I'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 downtown when your life's a mess.
You live downtown where 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
I'll get outa here.
I'll start climbin' uphill
And get outa here.
Someone tell me I still
Could get outa here.
Someone tell lady luck
That I'm stuck here.
Gee, it sure would be swell
To get outa here,
Bid the gutter farewell
And get outa here.
I'd move heaven and hell
To get outa skid,
I'd do I dunno what
To get outa skid,
But a hell of a lot
To get outa skid,
People tell me there's not
A way outa skid,
But believe me, I've gotta
Get outa skid row.


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