The Bottoms

Crawling from the rubble at first you just thank God you’re still alive,
Cuz you know you should be dead,
Put your faith in Main Street, in Wall Street, and your own feet all along,
Now you know you’ve been misled
Oh Agony!
Catastrophe!
Take my hand and come with me,
Fall from the top to reach The Bottoms,
Come join the lonely and forgotten,
And as we pass the broken homes,
on broken cobble stones we hear a voice,
«Who cries for the forsaken?»
Welcome to your new home you’ll get used to the squalor,
I realize you must have your doubts,
But give yourself a week, a month, maybe a year,
You’ll be surprised with what you can live without,
Oh tragedy!
Humanity!
Pick yourself up and come with me,