Down in the alley alley so low down where the red wine and the tears flow   Frail bodies shiver as the wind blows down in the alley where broken men go      Some talk of children a wife and a home they tell their stories of how life went wrong   They turn to the bottle for comfort to find down in the alley they live for the wine   Down in the alley...      Some tell of success and how close they came to opening the doors to riches and fame   How failure each doubt at the height of it all   Down in the alley where hopes and dream fall   No matter how different he stories they tell they all have in common a livin' hell   Their future holds more wine more sorrow and dread   Down in the alley of the livin' dead   Down in the alley...