There's empty cans on river street, Scumbag City Blues, Sunday morning's indiscreet, Saturday left clues, Last night's scraps and filthy slaps, Need hold no excuse, Are you cutting out or holding back, A loop hole or a noose. Get me out, Get me out, Cause I'm here to lose, Get me out, Get me out, Of this scumbag city Scumbag city blues. Just another Howlin' Wolf, On the killing floor below, And no lie you'll find in the first line I should have quit you long ago, All those angel eyes with their red neck ties, Wanna see me fall on my face, And no lie you'll find I despise everything about this place And when you're lying in your hotel think "good riddance to that" Something get inside you, something pulls you back And it ain't the one way system that got you coming back around It's all them friends and family keeping them size eights on the ground There's empty cans on river street, Scumbag city blues, Sunday morning feels complete when I get back to you, I could skip and give a miss, But that I'd never choose, Cause even though I take the piss, I'm glad the Future's Blue. Scumbag City Blues.