Teksty:
Skid Row

Ricky was a young boy, he had a heart of stone Lived 9 to 5 and he worked his fingers to the bone Just barely get out of school, came from the edge of

Sleazin' in the city You know I'm lookin' for a fight I got my heels and lookin' pretty On a Saturday night, night, night Good God, bless my soul I need

She blew my mind like a wreckin' machine She was a shipload of trouble called the subway queen Had a hip with bad habits and a shake that was a bit obscene

3-piece Wall Street smile And son you'll look just like me I said "Hey man" There's something that you outta know Park Avenue leads to Skid Row Well

What was it you once said That there would be things in life that couldn't be Not for a second did I believe you Not for a minute did I believe that Within

Well, outside my window there's a whole lot of trouble comin' The cartoon killers and the rag cover clones Stack heels kickin' rhythm of social circumcision

Check out Clementine Cleanin' needles in her wine Your face down in her one-eyed world With her brain-dead valentine She'll be your zombie, your livin

Slowly I heal the love that's found it's way Onto another path in times of change Crossing a bridge unknown Hoping our strength will hold Should they

You got me forced to keep my legs in two I'm still stuck inside this rubber room I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind I'm just another gear in