Trenchtown Last night I arrived to the Trenchtown by train I took the stairs where the poets used to sing And all of the pretty people turned down their hands but I said “Ok” And when I got down in those crazy tunnels I met up with the band It was hard to see them But I sure could feel them Crashing through the air Refr. In Trenchtown In Trashtown Hey little primadonna in a Venice window, you wow my guitar! And lucky boys (you know the kind with aces on their faces) ran screaming for the door It was Trenchtown lovin´ as usual no questions asked The girls took what they needed and left the boys a-beggin´ as they snuck out the back And the junkies they laughed with us as we went out for some smokes And they called us kings and we called ´em brothers It sure was a beautiful sight Refr. You know these parkinglots are killin´ me with their self destructin´ joy This crazy powder in this paranoid town will only bring you down I knew a girl who used to walk those streets to find herself a friend Well, tough luck Maria A virgin you shall remain A virgin you shall remain Back www.CheapBeat.com