Songtext von Downtown Dirt

Picking up pieces of information Time locks Picking up pieces of information about you And how to pick locks Scouting around on the Lower East Side and matresses in the rain Them uptown ladies with their uptown coats Come down here to get laid It's a boring macho trip And I'm the type that facinates Hey, Mrs Pamela Brown, how's the Dakota? You're twenty eight years and your face has been lifted But you still look so much older You been desoiled and your linen is drab, You've got crabs The things they sell you Your credit cards I love you for it I love you for it Sell your sugar I'm a humanitarian I give it all to myself That way you way you cling And I stay additive And psychologically you know Hey, psychologically it's better that I think that I am dirt Psychologically it's better that I think that I am dirt Do you know it's better to think I'm dirt Don't you like to have some dirt That all it's worth it's just dirt Cheap Cheap damn dirt Hey Pam, dirt Cheap dirt Dirt Uptown dirt Dirt