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Damn this Town

I Curled up like a fetus with a bottle to my belly
Holding on for dear life while my guts turn into jelly
Tryin' real hard not to wake up from my snooze
Cradling the remnants of the last trace of my booze

My hosts are making coffee while my eyes get used to light
Nauseous from lying in my own vomit all night
Wishing they would go away and leave me lying here
Desperately sucking down the last few dregs of beer

Damn this town!

Make it to my sisters place where I can get to crash
wait till she goes shopping and then smoking up her stash
Rummage through her boyfriends stuff and stealing all his cash
make it down to Skipper's place and hang out with the trash

Damn this town!

Used to be a lawyer for the well-healed on Manhattan
Shot drugs with the mayor and with Rico and the Latin
Bought my girls around the town I like them high-heeled shoes
Shot craps with the Teamsters when they had nothing to loose

Sharky the old pool freak hits the ball and strikes a light
Tells me of a party he's invited to tonight
Polishing my faded shoes and turn my collar down
Wondering just what it was that made me stick around

Damn this town!...Damn this town!

Lyrics by Stephen Goodfellow 1990

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