歌詞
They’ve Torn Down The Crack House
To Make Way For Two Boutiques
Where Bearded Hipsters Hover
With Flocks Of Fashion Freaks
Talking Appalachia
But Raised Up In L.A.
Little Orphan Annie Making Hay
They’ve Torn Down The Crack House
Where The Creatures Used To Meet
Whatever You Were Craving
You Could Buy Right On That Street
The Houses All Were Run Right Down
But You Could Rent Them Cheap
Better Find Another Neighbourhood
Unless Your Pocket’s Deep
There’s Songwriters And Film Makers
All Covered In Tattoos
With Homilies In Japanese (Chinese)
Their Girlfriends Helped Them Choose
You Can Tell That They’re All Bad Boys
Wear Shades Both Day And Night
Living In A Screenplay
Somebody’s Yet To Write
The Ghost Of Ol’ Hank Williams
Is Turning In The Ground
Searching For The Truth He Wore
When He Was Still Around
They Think It Grows On Tv Shows
Or In Hollywood I Guess
But You Won’t Shine Like Patsy Cline
By Changing Your Address
I Recall Before The Fall
My List Of Famous Clients
These Days They’re Clambering
On The Shoulders Of The Giants
They Wake Up Long Past Daybreak
Then Turn On The TV
Tells Them How Much Better
This Old Town Used To Be
They’ve Torn Down The Crack House
They’ve Torn Down The Crack House
They’ve Torn Down The Crack House
Written by: Julian Robert Dawson
