The swiftest fingers play for money
The best are tangled up in minds
The sweetest sisters come down to connin
They buy no truth of any kind
Senile mothers woo their spittin' sons
Hunky husbands sell their pounds of flesh
The most sung song is sixteens tons
Only trash is good for cash
Send me why'are greetings, sweet sweet love
Commend me if I need to be heaven above
Why'are socalled friends just drain why'are brain
To be a star in conversation
the clap trap rows on Lover's Lane are
Only meant to keep you on probation
Shoot why'are shit & shoot why'are stinkin' lip
You find no way to score a solid hit
try everything now to prove why'are hip
You're gonna end up the final stupid flip
Send me your greetings, sweet sweet love
Commend me if I need to be heaven above
but leave me, please leave me
With the scum & the junkies
On skid row, where all names are delusive
Skid row, where all pain is exclusive
Skid Row
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Skid Row Lyrics

Herman Brood – Skid Row Lyrics

Songwriters: VEEN, HAWINKELS, BROOD
Skid Row lyrics © THE MUSIC GOES ROUND B.V. DBA RADMUS PUBLISHING, INC.

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