Ugly Street

Words and music by Bill Price

Hitmen and hangmen will throw up their advice
From prostitution to the pope
Each man has his guilt - he knows the facts and knows the filth
They're just swinging from a different end of the rope

Tonight the moon is wet and the customary cigarette
Is amber among the boom and bricks
I may be bruised and broken - may be down to my last token
But I see you're up to your old tattoos and tricks

You said you saw me out on Ugly Street
There was bleeding in the black
You said you saw me with a knife in my hands
Right there at the scene of the attack

I'm up to my glass eye in your no money down
Steel and steam are filling up the air
With your wooden leg up your sleeve its getting really hard to grieve
For you and your malignant millionaire

The neon oozes - the gallows tilt
Backbones in boxes bring a price
With blood stains on the bench - your lame lieutenant with his stilts and stench
Is pulling teeth - that's a job you don't do twice

You said you saw me out on Ugly Street
Plastering the Queen and the Jack
You said you saw me with a knife in my hands
Relentlessly reshuffling the stack

You said you saw me out on Ugly Street
Reeling from a burned out Pontiac
You said you saw me with a knife in my hands
But the motive was never too exact

Even those on trial - they must take a number
In the courtroom of the Bible and the booze
And those doing time - the squealers and the slime
Are trading bubble gum cards of the cursed and the accused

Between the concrete and the cracks - between the punches and the smacks
I have felt the failure and the rail
In the land of plenty, you get testimony for a ten and twenty
But this artless dodger's not for sale

You said you saw me out on Ugly Street
You know you always had that knack
You said you saw me with a knife in my hands
Well maybe I just pulled it from my back

© 2006 Mr. Quill Music (BMI)