Dogs Damour Cardboard Town
(3:10) Life is wicked in wino city Life down here just ain't pretty We get to the "Nitty Gritty" You can smell the stench of vagabond city Life used to be sex, smack and tears For a dirty hero playin' guitars for those years To make a few Quid for breakfast at Sids And a pack o'ten tabs for him n' his missus An all those people hit me They just knock me down in cardboard town, come on down, cardboard town >From the Irish to the rich who have fallen from grace To the battered wife took one too many on the face The husband is drunk n' so absurd To the people who give up the world An all those people hit me They just knock me down in cardboard town, come on down, cardboard town Down in the gutter sleepin' with the dogs Talkin' to the fleas, rats, n' the hogs Drinkin' the grain that'll rot my brain Leavin' thunderbird city on the next nighttrain An all those people hit me They just knock me down in cardboard town, come on down, cardboard town Come on down, irish n' slick guys hang around 25 cents if you got any sense
