Private Line - Downstairs Upstairs lyrics

Money shot in a Monday morning

‘Nice job' as you used to call it and I was stuck

Stuck by you

I'm the one mommy warned you about

We're the scum your teachers told you to

Stay away, but you stayed around

Mouthful of bad habits

V.I.P for your foot and shoe Legshow

When it's done just drag it

Then BFD turns to #3

One more stair and you're in our paradise

Two blocks down if you ain't my kind

I might be wrong, but I can not change my mind

Let's play the game Mr.King Suckerman

Got a ball and chain but you act like a superman

I can't bleed for anyone like you

B-pictures and your mistress of the month

Punk pills and your one-track-mind

Wrap you around, I know your kind

Let me tell you a fact

You're ten pounds of shit in the five pound bag

There's no help for beggar

Angel lost the feather

And shit lives forever!

One more stair and you're in our paradise

Two blocks down if you ain't my kind

I might be wrong, but I can not chance my mind

One more shot and you're in our paradise

Two bricks down, yeah, I know your kind

Downstairs Upstairs! You're not a friend of mine

Downstairs Upstairs Downstairs Upstairs

Downstairs Upstairs Downstairs Upstairs

Let me tell you fact

You're like the ten pounds of shit in the five pound bag

There's no help for beggar

Angel lost the feather and shit lives forever

Downstairs Upstairs life's not fair!

One more stair and you're in our paradise

Two blocks down if you ain't my kind

I might be wrong, but I can not chance my mind

One more shot! Two bricks down!

Yeah, I know your kind

One more stair and you're in our paradise

Two bricks down, yeah, I know your kind

Downstairs Upstairs! You're not a friend of mine