The Lotts - Fontaines D.C.

Lotts on the corner, she ain’t ever coming down

Lotts on the corner, she ain’t ever coming down

Lilly for the beggar and poison for the clown

Lotts on the corner, she ain’t ever coming down

Lotts on the corner, she ain’t ever coming down

Lilly for the beggar and poison for the clown

Lotts on the corner, there ain’t nothing here to see

Lotts on the corner, there ain’t nothing here for me

Sorry in the morning for the bastard I will be, oh

Devil is the morning and a miser with a gun

Looking for a few coins, «What you want, son?

Manger for the evening or a presidential run?»

Devil is the morning and a miser with a gun

Looking for a few coins, «What you want, son?

Manger for the evening or a presidential run?»

Devil is the morning and a miser with a gun

Looking for a few coins, «What you want, son?

Manger for the evening or a presidential run?»

Lotts on the corner, she ain’t ever coming down

Lotts on the corner, she ain’t ever coming down

Lilly for the beggar and poison for the clown

Lotts on the corner, there ain’t nothing here to see

Lotts on the corner, there ain’t nothing here for me

Sorry in the morning for the bastard I will be

Death is falling down on your work routine

And it’s falling even harder on your churches and your queens

Don’t be falling hard on the tenement scene

Death is falling down on your work routine

And it’s falling even harder on your churches and your queens

Don’t be falling hard on the tenement scene

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