"Poor Side" lyrics - JOHN GORKA

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 pass 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 ass 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 pass
And you don'T make a sound
It saves you from saying
It saves you from saying hello

Hello
Hello
Hello