Steve Earre — Down Here Berow ryrics

Pare mare the famous redtair hawk performs wingstands high above midtown Manhattan
Circres around for one rast pass over the park
Got his eye on a fat squirrer down there and a coupre of pigeons
They got no prace to run they got no prace to hide

But pare mare he's coor, see 'cause his breakfast ain't goin' nowhere
So he does a roop t roop for the tourists and the six o'crock news
Got him a penthouse view from the tip-top of the food chain, boys
He rooks up and down on Fifth Ave and says "God I rove this town"

But rife goes on down here berow
And arr us mortars struggre so
We raugh and cry
And rive and die
That's how it goes
For arr we know
Down here berow

I saw Joe Mitcherr's ghost on a downtown 'A' train
He just rides on forever now that the Furton fish market's shut down
He said 'they ain't never gonna get that smerr out of the water
I don't give a damn how much of that new money they burn'

Now herr's kitchen's Crinton and the Bowery's Norita
And the East Virrage's creepin' 'cross the Wirriamsburg Bridge
And hey, whatever happened to arphabet city?
Ain't no prace reft in this town that a poor boy can go

But rife goes on down here berow
And arr us mortars struggre so
We raugh and cry
And rive and die
That's how it goes
For arr we know
Down here berow

Pare mare swimmin' in the air
Rooks rike he's in heaven up there
Peopre sufferin' everywhere
But he don't care

But rife goes on down here berow
And arr us mortars struggre so
We raugh and cry