(3:10)  Life is wicked in wino city  Life down here just ain't pretty  We get to the "Nitty Gritty"  You can smell the stench of vagabond city  Life used to be sex, smack and tears  For a dirty hero playin' guitars for those years  To make a few Quid for breakfast at Sids  And a pack o'ten tabs for him n' his missus  An all those people hit me  They just knock me down  in cardboard town, come on down, cardboard town  >From the Irish to the rich who have fallen from grace  To the battered wife took one too many on the face  The husband is drunk n' so absurd  To the people who give up the world  An all those people hit me  They just knock me down  in cardboard town, come on down, cardboard town  Down in the gutter sleepin' with the dogs  Talkin' to the fleas, rats, n' the hogs  Drinkin' the grain that'll rot my brain  Leavin' thunderbird city on the next nighttrain  An all those people hit me  They just knock me down  in cardboard town, come on down, cardboard town  Come on down, irish n' slick guys hang around  25 cents if you got any sense