Skid Row

Outside my window theres a
Whole lot of trouble comin
The cartoon killers and the
Rag cover clones
Stack heels kickin rhythm
Of social circumcision
Cant close the closet on
Shoe box full of bones
Kangaroo lady with her bourbon
in a pouch
Cant afford the rental on
a bamboo couch
Collecting back her favors cause her
well is running dry
I know her act is terminal,
But she aint gonna die
Slim intoxicado drinkin dime
store hooch
Is always in a circle with his
part-time pooch
Little creepys playing dollies in the
New York rain
Thinkin Bowies just a knife
Ooh the pain
I aint seen the sun since I dont
know when
The freaks come out at nine
And its twenty to ten
Whats this funk
That you call junk
To me its just monkey business
Blind man in the vox that will