Ever they come by the hundreds Out of their safety they crawl To stumble the streets of a hungy Beast that it is never full And no one can ever claim That it ain’t no fun stepping into this dame And smelling the lights of the glittering gutter They don’t know that these neon signs Have guided many through better times Always a fortune for the ones without hope They used to fly high but now they lie on the floor Still they call it the sinful mile She’s a whore, and a lady, with a big heart inside But for the small town voyeur she’s just the glittering gutter Luck is a lady with a mean green smile But the lady’s a bitch when you’ve known her a while And so through her veins they’re stumbling The guts have died The skin is crumbling Still she’s smiling her cancerous smile Her teath falling out A carcass alive Yet someone might recognise It’s reflecting the faces of the people inside Through the empty eyes of the glittering gutter Come on Come on Come on Come on