It's A Long Way Down - Kill the Vultures

Born in a brothel

And thrown from my slave ship

Drink from a bottle

Smashed on a pavement

South Side Chicago

Breeds generations

Drop on down, kiss the ground

Zero raised in

Bricks rain down on sidewalks

Children rain from projects

Strobe light over low lights

Pistol flashes through old fishing nets

Siren only sings one song

And can’t sing nothing new

Look out son, rooftop perch

Like gargoyles for the view

Sandman asks the ladies for kisses

As they walk on by

Then asks the men for smokes

He can’t see the evil eye

Rises crippled bicycle

Across broken factory lots

Makes his bed with daily news

And whatever else he’s got

Steps of hollow heels

Echo off the vacant walls

The lovers only scream their demons

If they speak at all

The barber chase’s him deadbeat

Out his store front with a razor

The sooner he gets payback

The sooner we’ll be safer

It’s a cold, cold city and a long way down

It’s a cold, cold city and it’s a long way down

It’s a cold, cold city, it’s a long way down

The city’s getting colder as I make by my house

The longest night I lived through

And the day would never come

The train car pushed and pulled us strangers

Beneath them city slums

Man got on, said his plead

Passed around a hat

When it came to me I told him

Wish I’d thought of that

Virgin Mary oil spills

Is where bootleggers bow

You’ve already said too much

Across your tilted brow

The woman giving birth

In the gypsy cab, she’s crazy

She pulled a blade out on the driver

Told him to do 80

They say it’s a cold, cold city and it’s a long way down

It’s a cold, cold city and it’s a long way down

It’s a cold, cold city, it’s a long way down

The city’s getting colder from what I found