John Gorka - Poor Side lyrics

Your dreams they have led To the poor side of town Where you fight your way up To a hole in the ground Your old friends don't pa** so You don't make a sound It saves you from saying hello It saves you from saying hello You live the old saying That boys will be boys But you aren't a boy Nor women your toys Well then don't bang your drum If you don't like the noise But you bang away and complain You bang away and complain You've painted your shell Faked a smell like a rose So they come within reach But never too close You are the one that nobody knows You let them think that they do Oh you let them think that they do That works for awhile Then they get their fill Of the red-handed thief With his tongue in the till Oh you only love you And you always will The lines to the exits are long The lines to the exits are long You found out too late That life is too short Well your ex paramour Hauled your a** into court When you didn't pay for The child support And you always act like the man You always like the man People get more from giving Than looking to get And that life you've been leading Has been leading you yet There were lessons you knew That you shouldn't forget So now you are writing them down Now you are writing them down Cause your dreams they have led To the poor side of town Where you fight your way up To a hole in the ground Your old friends don't pa** And you don'T make a sound It saves you from saying It saves you from saying hello Hello Hello Hello