The Other Shoe

It's a beautiful morning The sky is black as ink The city's sleeping still And soon they'll wake up To the stink And soon they'll wake up To the stink of life passing them by Wake up and smell the stink of their lives The garbage trucks are coming To take your shit to the dump You're smelling pretty now Such a pretty little lump A pretty little lump of flesh Who's lost your way Another night another day And when you sleep at night Dreaming of the pretty things Don't be too surprised When the telephone rings I'll be sitting here Waiting for the other shoe to drop I'll be sitting here Waiting for the other shoe to drop