Letra da Música Downtown Dirt de Lou Reed

Picking up pieces of information
Time locks
Picking up pieces of
information about you
And how to pick locks
Scouting around on the

Lower East Side and
matresses in the rain
Them uptown ladies with
their uptown coats
Come down here to get laid
It's a boring macho trip

And I'm the type that facinates
Hey, Mrs Pamela Brown, how's the Dakota?
You're twenty eight years
and your face has been lifted

But you still look so much older
You been desoiled and
your linen is drab,
You've got crabs

The things they sell you
Your credit cards
I love you for it
I love you for it
Sell your sugar

I'm a humanitarian
I give it all to myself
That way you way you cling
And I stay additive
And psychologically you know
Hey, psychologically it's
better that I think that

I am dirt
Psychologically it's
better that I think that
I am dirt
Do you know it's better
to think I'm dirt
Don't you like to have some dirt
That all it's worth it's just dirt

Cheap
Cheap damn dirt
Hey Pam, dirt
Cheap dirt
Dirt
Uptown dirt
Dirt