Lyrics of 'St. Vulgar St.' by Twin Peaks

Down in the gutter, an orphan boy
Who's never been given a single joy
Makin' it, breakin' in, sellin' the loot
Hate in his eyes, a hole in his boot

And all you wealthy folks
You drink your wine and you tell your jokes
You sermonize and it don't ring true
But there's the door, away with you

And down in the street there's an orphan girl
She's never been given no love in the world
Makin' it, sellin' her time in hotels
She never been one for the weddin' bells

And all you wealthy queens
Servants and your limousines
You talk and you talk as if you knew
There's the door, away with you

They walked into the room
They talked the terms a while
She pulled it off and heard him say, good Lord, it's been a while
She told him not to worry
He told her not to ruse
She told him that it always goes the way it always do
And down on the view below
The faces look the same
The times is frozen by the night, the streets were wet with rain, woo

And after in the morning light
Found her arms were growing tired
He made to rise and she said, no
She said, hold me close before you go

And all you wealthy folks
You drink your wine and you tell your jokes
You sermonize but you don't know
What it's like to live below
And all you orphan boys
And all you orphan girls
They will never lend a thing to you
So take what you can, take all you can use