St. Vulgar St.

Down in the gutter, an orphan boy

Who's never been given a single joy

Makin' it, breakin' in, sellin' the loot

Hate in his eyes, a hole in his boot

And all you wealthy folks

You drink your wine and you tell your jokes

You sermonize and it don't ring true

But there's the door, away with you

And down in the street there's an orphan girl

She's never been given no love in the world

Makin' it, sellin' her time in hotels

She never been one for the weddin' bells

And all you wealthy queens

Servants and your limousines

You talk and you talk as if you knew

There's the door, away with you

They walked into the room

They talked the terms a while

She pulled it off and heard him say, good Lord, it's been a while

She told him not to worry

He told her not to ruse

She told him that it always goes the way it always do

And down on the view below

The faces look the same

The times is frozen by the night, the streets were wet with rain, woo

And after in the morning light

Found her arms were growing tired

He made to rise and she said, no

She said, hold me close before you go

And all you wealthy folks

You drink your wine and you tell your jokes

You sermonize but you don't know

What it's like to live below

And all you orphan boys

And all you orphan girls

They will never lend a thing to you

So take what you can, take all you can use