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The Mayor of Skid Row Video (MV)




Performed By: Laurel Hill
Language: English
Length: 4:40
Written by: Gregory Falatek
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Laurel Hill - The Mayor of Skid Row Lyrics




The mayor of skid row is a tall and burly man
Long cigarettes, longer knife that's in his hand
And if you think you run the town, you're harder than the rest
The baddest motherf*cker, comes a knockin' at your chest
Place your bets on anybody, cause the odds are all for sale
The players have been gambling, so they locked them in a jail
I sat down at the table, four horsemen next to me
The mayor said, "Well, go ahead and call the calvary!"

The mayor of skid row is a tall and burly man
Long cigarettes, longer knife that's in his hand
And if you think you run the town, you're harder than the rest
The baddest motherf*cker, comes a knockin' at your chest
Place your bets on anybody, cause the odds are all for sale
The players have been gambling, so they locked them in a jail
I sat down at the table, four horsemen next to me
The mayor said, "Well, go ahead and call the calvary!"
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English

The mayor of skid row is a tall and burly man
Long cigarettes, longer knife that's in his hand
And if you think you run the town, you're harder than the rest
The baddest motherf*cker, comes a knockin' at your chest
Place your bets on anybody, cause the odds are all for sale
The players have been gambling, so they locked them in a jail
I sat down at the table, four horsemen next to me
The mayor said, "Well, go ahead and call the calvary!"

The mayor of skid row is a tall and burly man
Long cigarettes, longer knife that's in his hand
And if you think you run the town, you're harder than the rest
The baddest motherf*cker, comes a knockin' at your chest
Place your bets on anybody, cause the odds are all for sale
The players have been gambling, so they locked them in a jail
I sat down at the table, four horsemen next to me
The mayor said, "Well, go ahead and call the calvary!"
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Writer: Gregory Falatek
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