Wicked Town - Fornicators

It’s a wicked think that rules this town

Why else should people have to sleep

Outside

Playing your guitar on Christmas eve

Praying that a friendly soul will give

You something to eat

But you can tae my room

And you can eat my food

Cos even though I ain’t got much

I know I got so much more then you

And I give you my hand

When your strength is out

Cos even though my heart ain’t strong

Yoy know I’ll do what I can

Cos people in this town

Sure know how to stab

And they do it over and over again

They got stocks, they got shares

Big business ideas

But I know one thing they ain’t got

And it’s heart!

I aint gonna sing about cocain and hookers

And if that’s what you like I’ll catagorize

You as fuckers

Cos there’s to many problems that lies

Within yourself

Sort them out please don’t dream away

And if you need a friend

Trough these Holidays

Step right in there’s no need to explain

And maybe so that we’re the same

But right now I’m the one reaching out to

Help

Cos people in this town

Sure know how to stab

And they do it over and over again

They got stocks, they got shares

Big business ideas

But I know one thing they ain’t got

There’s always a beat in the back of my head

People who buy and people who sell

I don’t think I fit into any of them

But those who do, will sure be my friend

But please remember you’re not alone

Cos we woould never leave another soul out in

The cold

So from this band right to you

Trough the magic of music

We can make in trough

Cos people in this town

Sure know how to stab

And they do it over and over again

They got stocks, they got shares

Big business ideas

But I know one thing they ain’t got

And it’s heart!