[Brendon Urie:]
Alarm goes off at seven
And you start uptown
You put in your eight hours
For the powers that have always been
'Til it's five p.m
(Then you go)
[Dallon Weekes:]
Downtown
Where the folks are broke, you go
Downtown
Where your life's a joke, you go
Downtown
When you buy your token
You go
Home to skid row (home to skid row)
(Yes, you go)
Downtown
Where the cabs don't stop
Downtown
Where the food is slop
Downtown
Where the hop-heads flop
In the snow
Down on skid row
Oh, Uptown you cater to a million jerks
Uptown you're messengers and
Mailroom clerks
Eating all your lunches at the
Hot dog carts
The bosses take your money
And they break your hearts
Uptown you cater to a million who*es
You disinfect terrazzo on their
Bathroom floors
The jobs are really menial, you make no bread
And then at five o'clock you head
By subway
(Downtown)
[Brendon Urie:]
Where the guys are drips (Downtown)
Where they rip your slips (Downtown)
Where relationships are no go
Down on skid row (down on skid row)
Down on skid row (down on skid row)
Down on skid (down on skid) row
Down on skid row!
[Dallon Weekes:]
Poor! All my life I've always been poor
I keep asking God what I'm for
And he tells me, "Gee, I'm not sure
Sweep that floor, kid."
Oh, I started life as an orphan
A child of the street
Down here on skid row
He took me in, gave me shelter, a bed
Crust of bread and a job
He treats me like dirt, calls me a slob
Which I am
So I live
(Downtown)
That's your home address
You live
(Downtown)
When your life's a mess
You live
(Downtown)
Where depression's just
Status Quo
(Down on skid row)
Someone show me a way to get
Out of here
'Cause I constantly pray I'll get
Out of here
Please won't somebody say I'll get
Out of here
Someone give me my shot, or I'll
Rot here
[Urie & Weekes:]
(Downtown)
(There's no rules for us) Show me how and I will, I'll get out of here
(Downtown)
('Cause it's dangerous) I'll start climbing uphill and get out of here
(Downtown)
(Where the rainbow's just a no-show) Someone tell me I still could get out of here
Someone tell Lady Luck that I'm stuck here!
[Dallon Weekes:]
Gee, it sure would be s'well to get
Out of here
Bid the gutter farewell and get
Out of here
I'd move Heaven and Hell to get
Out of skid
I'd do I-don't-know-what to get out of skid
(Downtown)
But a Hell of a lot to get out of skid
(Downtown)
People tell me there's not a way out of skid
(Downtown)
But believe me I've got to get out of skid row!