When I get down to my last dime I'll just walk over to skid row.There are some real weirdos down there.They're everywhere.
~ Charles Bukowski
So where do you go? Back to the bottle And back to a tiny room somewhere. And wait. And wait, and wait. That's all.
Ricky was a young boy, he had a heart of stone./Tequila in his heartbeat, his veins burned gasoline./18 and life you got it.
~ Skid Row