Uptown with a cloven-toed mistress
Arms her trip with the tongue of an ice pick, oh, yeah
Straight to the ears
Hope to kick but foil the turnover
Now it's god's teeth and holy clover
Go down, it's up to you
Running around, oh, no
Nothing ever happens
Nothing good underneath the sun
If not for everyone
If not for everyone
Heaven lives on Southport and Belmont
For the basement, he's just a show off, oh, yeah
He's looking to lustify
Counting down to singular digits
With no one there in the room to witness
Our, our hometown boy
Out on the road, oh, no
Nothing ever happens
Nothing good underneath the sun
If not for everyone
If not for everyone