Low Cut Connie Art Dealers
[Verse 1]
All of our friends were living uptown
Painting the bridges, and flaming around
The neighborhood changed when they shut down the store
All the art dealers don't live here no more
[Chorus]
Losing my memory
Moving so slow
Standing in the gallery
With nothing to show
Let me take your picture
Let me see your smile
This kind of loneliness
Goes out of style
[Verse 2]
Nursery boys gave us the number to call
This brand new disease that was doing us all
The body of work, throw it out on the street
All thе art dealers are dеad on their feet
[Chorus]
Losing my memory
Moving so slow
Standing in the gallery
With nothing to show
These prison visitations
Start to take their toll
This kind of loneliness
Starts to get old
Hey!
[Instrumental Interlude]
[Chorus]
Losing my memory
Moving so slow
Standing in the gallery
Nothing to show
Let me take your picture, honey
Let me see your smile
This kind of loneliness
Goes out of style
