On the Dark Streets Below - Murder By Death

Slow down, little girl

You’ve lost your way in this world

Slow down, and start again

You’ll feel much better in the end

Annie’s always been a live one, says the matroness

She never cries she never lets her sorrow get the best of her

She makes a kind of music of the buttons popping off her dress

She knows that’s just the way it goes

On the dark streets below

Adelle came from a decent town, scraped by for first month’s rent

Guessed with her brain she could find a job in management

She showed promise in algebra but now her talent’s spent

On other people’s dough

On the dark streets below

So get up kid

You’re not licked yet

I never knew a time

When you wouldn’t take a bet

Slow down, little girl

You’ve lost your way in this world

Slow down, start again

You’ll feel much better in the end

August from the old country, came over on a ship

It was like a floating oil drum, had barely made the trip

She knew that she’d been screwed as soon she’d pulled up to the spit

Now she knows (Girls like her don’t go)

The dark streets below

These folks got nowhere left to go

But the dark streets below

The dark streets below

The dark streets below

The dark streets below

The dark streets below