Private Line

Downstairs Upstairs

Private Line


Money shot in a Monday morning 
'Nice job? as you used to call it and I was stuck 
Stuck by you 
I'm the one mommy warned you about 
We're the scum your teachers told you to 
Stay away, but you stayed around 

Mouthful of bad habits 
V.I.P for your foot and shoe Legshow 
When it's done just drag it 
Then BFD turns to #3 

One more stair and you're in our paradise 
Two blocks down if you ain't my kind 
I might be wrong, but I can not change my mind 

Let's play the game Mr.King Suckerman 
Got a ball and chain but you act like a superman 
I can't bleed for anyone like you 
B-pictures and your mistress of the month 
Punk pills and your one-track-mind 
Wrap you around, I know your kind 

Let me tell you a fact 
You're ten pounds of shit in the five pound bag 
There's no help for beggar 
Angel lost the feather 
And shit lives forever! 

One more stair and you're in our paradise 
Two blocks down if you ain't my kind 
I might be wrong, but I can not chance my mind 
One more shot and you're in our paradise 
Two bricks down, yeah, I know your kind 
Downstairs Upstairs! You're not a friend of mine 
Downstairs Upstairs! Downstairs Upstairs!
Downstairs Upstairs! Downstairs Upstairs!

Let me tell you fact 
You're like the ten pounds of shit in the five pound bag 
There's no help for beggar 
Angel lost the feather and shit lives forever 
Downstairs Upstairs life's not fair! 

One more stair and you're in our paradise 
Two blocks down if you ain't my kind 
I might be wrong, but I can not chance my mind 
One more shot! Two bricks down! 
Yeah, I know your kind 
One more stair and you're in our paradise 
Two bricks down, yeah, I know your kind 
Downstairs Upstairs! You're not a friend of mine!