Herman Brood Skid Row Lyrics

Skid Row Lyrics

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 y'r greetings, sweet sweet love

commend me if I need to be heaven above

Y'r socalled friends just drain
y'r brain

to be a star in conversation



the clap trap rows on
Lover's Lane are

only meant to keep you on probation

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

you find no way to score a solid hit



try everything now to prove y'r 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