Herman Brood - Skid row lyrics

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<b>Skid row</b> by <i>Herman Brood</i><br />The swiftest fingers play for money

Best are tangled up in minds

The sweetest sisters now come down to connin

and they buy no truth of any kind

You know senile mothers hang around woo their spittin' sons

Hunky husbands sell their pounds of flesh

You know the most sung song is sixteens tons

and only trash is good for cash

Well, send me y'r greetings, sweet sweet love

Commend me if I need to be to heaven above

Your so called friends honey just drain y'r brain

To be a star in conversation

You got clap trap rows on Lover's Lane

Only meant to keep you on probation

Shoot y'r shit honey & shoot y'r stinkin' lip

You wont find a way to score a solid hit

I said try everything now to prove y'r hip

You only gonna end up the final stupid flip

Greetings, sweet sweet love

Commend me if I need to be to heaven above

But leave me, please leave me

With the scum & the junkies

On skid row, where all names are delusive

Skid row, where pain is exclusive

Skid Row

Skid row, where all names are delusive

Skid row, pain is exclusive

Skid Row

On skid row, where all names are delusive

Skid row, pain is exclusive

Skid Row