Downtown Dirt Lyrics - Singles - Reed Lou

Picking up pieces of information 

Time locks 

Picking up pieces of information about you 

And how to pick locks 

Scouting around on the Lower East Side and matresses in the rain 

Them uptown ladies with their uptown coats 

Come down here to get laid 

It's a boring macho trip 

And I'm the type that facinates 

Hey, Mrs Pamela Brown, how's the Dakota? 

You're twenty eight years and your face has been lifted 

But you still look so much older 

You been desoiled and your linen is drab, 

You've got crabs 

The things they sell you 

Your credit cards 

I love you for it 

I love you for it 

Sell your sugar 

I'm a humanitarian 

I give it all to myself 

That way you way you cling 

And I stay additive 

And psychologically you know 

Hey, psychologically it's better that I think that I am dirt 

Psychologically it's better that I think that I am dirt 

Do you know it's better to think I'm dirt 

Don't you like to have some dirt 

That all it's worth it's just dirt 

Cheap 

Cheap damn dirt 

Hey Pam, dirt 

Cheap dirt 

Dirt 

Uptown dirt 

Dirt