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