There's empty cans on River Street Scumbag city blues Sunday morning's indiscreet Saturday left clues Last night's scraps and filthy slaps Need hold no excuse Are you cutting out or holding back A loop hole or a noose
Get me out Oh get me out Cause I'm here to bruise Oh get me out Oh get me out Of this scumbag city
Scumbag city blues, scumbag city blues Scumbag city blues, scumbag city blues
Just another howling wolf On the killing floor below And no lie you'll find in the first line I should have quit you long ago All those angel eyes with their red neck ties Wanna see me fall on my face And no lie you'll find I despise Everything about this place
Get me out Oh get me out Cause I'm here to bruise Oh get me out Oh get me out Of this scumbag city
Scumbag city blues, scumbag city blues Scumbag city blues, scumbag city blues
And when you're lying in your hotel Thinking "good riddance to that" Something creeps inside you, yeah honey Oh, something pulls you back But it uh, ain't the one way system That's got you coming back around It's all those friends and family keeping Those size eights on the ground
There's empty cans on River Street Scumbag city blues Sunday morning feels complete When I get back to you And I could skip and give a miss But that I'd never choose Cause even though I take the piss I'm glad the future's blue
Scumbag city blues, scumbag city blues Scumbag city blues, scumbag city blues Scumbag city blues, scumbag city blues Scumbag city blues, scumbag city blues Scumbag city blues, scumbag city blues Scumbag city blues, scumbag city blues
Compositores: Evan Niall Walsh (The Strypes), Joshua Simpson Mcclorey (The Strypes), Peter James O'hanlon (The Strypes), Ross Farrelly (The Strypes) ECAD: Obra #15418551 Fonograma #13221471