Slow down little girl
You've lost your way in the world
Slow down and start again

You'll feel much better in the end

Annie's always been a live one

Says the matroness
She never cries, she never lets
Her sorrows get the best of her

She makes a kind of music
Of the buttons popping off her dress
She knows that's just the way it goes

On the dark streets below

Adelle came from a decent town

Scraped by for first month's rent
Guessed with her brain
She could find a job in management

She showed promise in algebra
But now her talent's spent
On other's people's dough

On the dark streets below

So get up, kid

Your're ... again
I never knew a time
When you wouldn't take a bet


Slow down little girl
You've lost your way in this world

Slow down, start again
You'll feel much better in the end


August from the old country
Came over on a ship
It was like a floating oil drum

Had barely made the trip
She knew that she'd been screwed
As soon as she'd pulled up on the spit

Now she knows the dark streets below

These folks got nowhere left to go

The dark streets below
The dark streets below
The dark streets below