Murder by Death - On the Dark Streets Below lyrics
[Murder by Death - On the Dark Streets Below lyrics]
Slow down, little girl
You've lost your way in this world
Slow down, and start again
You'll feel much better in the end
Annie's always been a live one
Says the matroness
She never cries she never lets her
Sorrow get the best of her
She makes a kind of music of
The buttons popping off her dress
She knows that's just the way it goes
On the dark streets below
Adelle came from a decent town
Scraped by for first month's rent
Guessed with her brain she could
Find a job in management
She showed promise in algebra but
Now her talent's spent
On other people's dough
On the dark streets below
So get up kid you're not licked yet
I never knew a time
When you wouldn't take a bet
Slow down, little girl
You've lost your way in this world
Slow down, start again
You'll feel much better in the end
August from the old country
Came over on a ship
It was like a floating oil drum
Had barely made the trip
She knew that she'd been screwed as soon
She'd pulled up to the spit
Now she knows (Girls like her don't go)
The dark streets below
These folks got nowhere left to go
But the dark streets below
The dark streets below
The dark streets below
The dark streets below
The dark streets below
You've lost your way in this world
Slow down, and start again
You'll feel much better in the end
Annie's always been a live one
Says the matroness
She never cries she never lets her
Sorrow get the best of her
She makes a kind of music of
The buttons popping off her dress
She knows that's just the way it goes
On the dark streets below
Adelle came from a decent town
Scraped by for first month's rent
Guessed with her brain she could
Find a job in management
She showed promise in algebra but
Now her talent's spent
On other people's dough
On the dark streets below
So get up kid you're not licked yet
I never knew a time
When you wouldn't take a bet
Slow down, little girl
You've lost your way in this world
Slow down, start again
You'll feel much better in the end
August from the old country
Came over on a ship
It was like a floating oil drum
Had barely made the trip
She knew that she'd been screwed as soon
She'd pulled up to the spit
Now she knows (Girls like her don't go)
The dark streets below
These folks got nowhere left to go
But the dark streets below
The dark streets below
The dark streets below
The dark streets below
The dark streets below