Twin Peaks – St. Vulgar St. Lyrics
St. Vulgar St. By Twin Peaks Down in the gutter an orphan boy Never been given a single joy Making it breaking in selling the loot Hate in his eyes, a hole in his boot And all you wealthy folk You drink your wine and you tell your jokes You sermonize and it don’t ring true There’s the door, away with you And down in the street there’s an orphan girl Never been given no love in the world Making it selling her time in hotels She’s never been one for the wedding 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 ‘vue below The faces look the same The times is frozen by the night The streets are wet with rain And after in the morning light…
