Setting down in the heavy streets
Long faces, heavy sheets
Oh mother, can you help fill my plate tonight?
Dad is gone away again, at the bar without his friends
Not coming home, all i know its alright
What bumps you up
Is what brings you down
Lost my girl to the federals, for the ice and snow, for the animals
Addicted to her chemistry
Sold my soul to a heretic and left my blood upon the bricks
Those building blocks, defy authority
What bumps you up
Is what brings you down
In Slums you play, Spun you'll stay, spun
In Slums you play, Spun you'll stay, spun
Black is white and up is down
Left is right and deaf is sound
What bumps you up
Is what brings you down