singer, songwriter, rock 'n' roller
Rats in the ceiling,
Rain on the floor,
Bars on the windows
And the cops at the door;
Streetlight's broken
And the moon is gone,
And the bad boys roam
The streets 'til dawn.
Meat wagon cherry tops
Playin' their song
Up down the avenue
All night long,
Saturday night
A torch and a spoon,
This whole damn city's
Gonna howl at the moon.
Clerk keeps a .410 just outta sight,
Louisville Slugger works the bar all night.
Patron saint don't you let me down,
What am I doin' on the bad side of town.
He's out in the parking lot
Firing shots,
Pulse like a hammer
And eyes like dots,
Rue the day
When the squad cars arrive,
But time stands still
When you know you're alive.
Girl on the balcony high as a kite,
She's gonna meet her angels tonight.
Pack my things I'll see you around,
What am I doin' on the bad side of town.
Two a.m. hear it come through the wall,
Something shatters
And somebody falls.
He's gonna beat her
Black and blue tonight,
When the cops show up
He'll be out of sight.
State got the tax
And the bank got the rest,
The world goes down
Like the sun in the west.
I've had enough slummin' around,
What am I doin' on the bad side of town.