The Glittering Gutter - Billie Ray Martin

Ever they come by the hundreds

Out of their safety they crawl

To stumble the streets of a hungy

Beast that it is never full

And no one can ever claim

That it ain’t no fun stepping into this dame

And smelling the lights of the glittering gutter

They don’t know that these neon signs

Have guided many through better times

Always a fortune for the ones without hope

They used to fly high but now they lie on the floor

Still they call it the sinful mile

She’s a whore, and a lady, with a big heart inside

But for the small town voyeur she’s just the glittering gutter

Luck is a lady with a mean green smile

But the lady’s a bitch when you’ve known her a while

And so through her veins they’re stumbling

The guts have died

The skin is crumbling

Still she’s smiling her cancerous smile

Her teath falling out

A carcass alive

Yet someone might recognise

It’s reflecting the faces of the people inside

Through the empty eyes of the glittering gutter

Come on

Come on

Come on

Come on