Skulduggery Street
(© 2010 Kyf Brewer)

As I was out walking because of the car
That I wrecked early on in the day
I spied a young knacker who claimed he'd gone lost
And I asked him to show me the way
He sailed me through alleys and whisked behind policemen,
My bearings were heels over head
Till soon I could see this was nowhere to be
If you care if you're living or dead
But I found my feet and was pleasantly pleased
To find that I truly fit in

And it's up through the downspout
And in through the out door
The sound of two nickels is music so sweet
We'll stow you away for a bit of your pay
'Cause everything goes on Skulduggery Street

It's a good day to drink and a good day to drown
And the forecast is sunny with rain
And misled are the chieftains who govern this town
If they tell you there's life without pain
So find a street corner that's stinkin' and dim
And speak your dark pleasures to me

And it's up through the downspout
And in through the out door
What trouble today would you fancy to meet?
Look well to the strumpets who sit on their crumpets
And wave to the boys on Skulduggery Street

Come end your discomforts, your upsets, your woes
We'll be here for your every desire
We'll quiet your landlord on debts you might owe
For a pittance of what he requires
So come join our table of royals and rogues
Just mind you don't spit on your sleeves

And it's up through the downspout
And in through the out door
The sound of two nickels is music so sweet
Tread light past the seers who'd first cut off your ears
Than confess what they done on Skulduggery Street
And it's up through the downspout and in through the out door
To never climb out from this dirty tired beat
Bid well to the strumpets who'll sit on your trumpet
And sing all the day on Skulduggery Street.