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 RowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
