It's 4:53 on the 24th
Not one customer's walked through the door
But I'm still here, sweepin' floors for a living
I've never sung diegetically before
...Good thing she's not here
I know this shop like the depths of her eyes
...But it's not for me to sing of the depths of her eyes
'Cause if that jerk knew what I'd do to see them sparkle
He'd take it out on us
It's-he's such a shame
The point is
Hey, downtown Skid Row
Why won't you let us get out?
Are we doomed to rot here
Praying upon this strange sprout
For the rest of late stage capitalism?
Hey, downtown Skid Row
You know just where to find me
If anyone would care...
Though I know that that's fair
Hey, downtown Skid Row
Let us break free
It's 4:55, I'm still singing
The wholesale flower district's closin' up
But we're still stayin' here
Who are we kidding?
Hey, you girls and drips
Give us a shout
Everyone's going home
'Cause it's all closin' uptown
All the terrazzo and mailrooms and jerks
All but this place, where reprieve is but a lie
Where you can't help but hope that the end is nigh
Hey, downtown Skid Row
No one's listening, so what's the use?
Is my purpose in life to wonder what I'm for
Or to grow plants and resist the call of the noose?
Hey Twoey, I'll be right with ya
Hey, downtown Skid Row
Please someone, let us break free
I'd move Hell, downtown Skid Row
There's no uphill, downtown Skid Row
I've searched, downtown Skid Row
God, what's the point?