Ever they come by the hundreds
Out of their safety they crawl
To stumble the streets of a hungy
Beast that it is never full
And no one can ever claim
That it ain’t no fun stepping into this dame
And smelling the lights of the glittering gutter
They don’t know that these neon signs
Have guided many through better times
Always a fortune for the ones without hope
They used to fly high but now they lie on the floor
Still they call it the sinful mile
She’s a whore, and a lady, with a big heart inside
But for the small town voyeur she’s just the glittering gutter
Luck is a lady with a mean green smile
But the lady’s a bitch when you’ve known her a while
And so through her veins they’re stumbling
The guts have died
The skin is crumbling
Still she’s smiling her cancerous smile
Her teath falling out
A carcass alive
Yet someone might recognise
It’s reflecting the faces of the people inside
Through the empty eyes of the glittering gutter
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on

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