Skid Row Lyrics - Herman Brood

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 

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