Joyless Street

Lyrics

Got a bucket of bolts, and a jar full of pins Here hide my hopes in a paper bag for sins On a street in the may sky My fair lady's pulled no bitch, guys This is the end-all cure The straight nail chaser here This is the end-all cure Sheena well pays good with her button fly It's all he needs to make the days go by On her back bed like a basset hound She's coming down, she's coming down