Downtown Dirt

[Verse 1]

Picking up pieces of information

Down on the docks

Picking up pieces of information about you

And how to pick locks

Scouting around on the Lower East Side on mattresses in the rain

Those uptown ladies with their uptown coats

Come down here to get laid

[Bridge 1]

It's a boring macho trip

And I'm the type that fascinates

[Verse 2]

Hey, Mrs. Pamela Brown, how's the Dakota?

You're twenty-eight years old and your face has been lifted

But you still look so much older

You bit the soil, your linen is drab

You got the crabs

The things they sell you, your credit cards

I love you for it

I love you for it

[Bridge 2]

Sell your sugar, I'm a humanitarian

I give it all to myself

That way you're clean and I stay out of debt

Hm

[Verse 3]

And psychologically you know

Hey, psychologically it's better that I think that I'm dirt

Psychologically it's better that I think that I'm dirt

Don't you know it's better that I think that I'm dirt

Hey don't you like to have some dirt

That all it's worth, it's just dirt

Cheap, cheap damn dirt

[Outro]

Hey Pam, dirt

Cheap dirt

Dirt

Uptown dirt

Dirt