Tenement Halls Follow

Now she know the oldest story told
All that glitters isn't gold
It's just a shimmering paint on a cast iron saint
a god's honest face on a nine-timing fake
a cold wind blows yo the sleeves of her coat
As she climbs aboard another Trailways bus
filled with the lost and the nuts
Another 6am plane salesman leering her way
Won't you send her her favorite skirt
won't you send her her favorite shirt
It's just she left all her clothes in a box by the stove
where the mutt used to lay after drinking all day
now she knows the oldest story told
All that glitters isn't gold
It's just a shimmering paint on a cast iron saint
A scotch sucking brute in a Brooks Brothers suit
She got a knife in her purse
maybe something worse
she better get while she can
she's gonna kill that man
cause now she knows