On The Dark Streets Below

Slow down little girl

You've lost your way in the world

Slow down and start again

You'll feel much better in the end

Annie's always been a live one

Says the matroness

She never cries, she never lets

Her sorrows get the best of her

She makes a kind of music

Of the buttons popping off her dress

She knows that's just the way it goes

On the dark streets below

Adelle came from a decent town

Scraped by for first month's rent

Guessed with her brain

She could find a job in management

She showed promise in algebra

But now her talent's spent

On other's people's dough

On the dark streets below

So get up, kid

Your're ... again

I never knew a time

When you wouldn't take a bet

Slow down little girl

You've lost your way in this world

Slow down, start again

You'll feel much better in the end

August from the old country

Came over on a ship

It was like a floating oil drum

Had barely made the trip

She knew that she'd been screwed

As soon as she'd pulled up on the spit

Now she knows the dark streets below

These folks got nowhere left to go

The dark streets below

The dark streets below

The dark streets below