| Alarm goes off at seven
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| And you start uptown
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| You put in your eight hours
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| For the powers that have always been
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| Sing it, child
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| Till it’s five P. M
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| Then you go
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| Downtown
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| Where the folks are broke
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| Downtown
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| Where your life’s a joke
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| Downtown
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| When you buy your token
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| You go
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| Home to skid row
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| Yes, you go
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| Downtown
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| Where the cabs don’t stop
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| Downtown
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| Where the food is slop
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| Downtown
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| Where the hop-heads flop
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| In the snow
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| Down on Skid Row
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| Uptown you cater to a million jerks
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| Uptown you’re messengers and
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| Mailroom clerks
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| Eating all your lunches at the
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| Hot dog carts
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| The bosses take your money
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| And they break your hearts
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| Uptown you cater to a million whores
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| You disinfect terrazzo on their
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| Bathroom floors
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| Your morning’s tribulation
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| Afternoon’s a curse
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| And five o’clock is even worse
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| That’s when you go
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| Where the guys are drips
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| Where they rip your slips
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| Where relationships are no go
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| Down on skid row
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| Down on skid row
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| Down on skid row
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| Downtown
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| Downtown
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| Downtown
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| Down on skid row
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| Down on skid row
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| Down on skid row
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| Down on skid row!
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| Poor! |
| All my life I’ve always been poor
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| I keep asking God what I’m for
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| And he tells me «Gee, I’m not sure
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| Sweep that floor, kid.»
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| Oh, I started life as an orphan
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| A child of the street
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| Here on skid row
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| He took me in, gave me shelter, a bed
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| Crust of bread and a job
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| Treats me like dirt, calls me a slob
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| Which I am
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| So I live
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| That’s your home address
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| Ya live
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| When your life’s a mess
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| Ya live
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| Where depressions' just
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| Status Quo
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| Downtown
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| Downtown
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| Downtown
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| Down on skid row
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| Someone show me a way to get outta here
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| 'Cause I constantly pray I’ll get outta here
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| Please, won’t somebody say I’ll get outta here
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| Someone gimme my shot or I’ll rot here
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| Show me how and I will. |
| I’ll get outta here
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| I’ll start climbing up hill and get outta here
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| Someone tell me I still could get outta here
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| Someone tell Lady Luck that I’m stuck here
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| Downtown
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| There’s no rules for us
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| Downtown
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| 'Cause it’s dangerous
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| Downtown
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| Where the rainbow’s just a no-show
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| When you live
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| Gee, it sure would be swell to get outta here
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| Bid the gutter farewell and get outta here
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| I’d move heaven and hell to get outta skid
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| I’ll do I dunno what to get outta skid
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| But a hell of a lot to get outta skid
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| People tell me there’s not a way outta skid
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| But believe me, I gotta get outta
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| Downtown
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| Where the sun don’t shine
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| Downtown
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| Past the bottom line
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| Downtown
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| Go ask any wino, he’ll know
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| Downtown
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| Downtown
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| Downtown
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| Downtown
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| Downtown
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| Skid Row! |