Elison Jackson - Fallen Down the Stairs

I'd fallen down the stairs at 10
Can't be seen up there again no, no
And I need a friend

They rob you blind and lock the door
Thought we'd met just once before
Among the poor

Mister can you spare a dime
I'm living in the firing line
With all the blind

Called the police department
Cockroaches was all they sent
For all my money spent

Written by:
Samuel Perduta

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