Slipping Between The Cracks Feat Gary Contant Amp Peter Cripps by Pearldiver

Slipping Between The Cracks
Gasoline Alley, dressed in petrol blue
Skipsy's head-ing pavements, he's nothing else to do
The Jacks got a tattoo of a burning Joan of Ark
A nightingale is crying in the dark
The busker's ed a concert singing soft and slow
The breathings hanging heavy in Halfway to Nowhere Road

The wizened hand of the gypsy queen is thumbing through a magazine
Depicting 30's bathing belles whilst fashioning a doll with broken ss
And somewhere is a hanging smell of having nowhere else to go
Than the same familiar dust-bowl tracks
As they slip between the cracks

Johnnie Jackdaws in the penny arcade chewing on a piece of fat
He's got black cat bones and a feather in the ribbon of his trilby hat
Between out in front and hiding in the back he hears another soul
Slipping between the cracks

There's a lie that's curling from a junkie's busted lip
And Anorexic Annie's held together with paper-clips
The givers selling promises but he'll just give you the slip
And Freddie Fingers is formulating another stinking business trip
A sweet-smelling destination is all that Freddie lacks
They hold each other's hands slipping between the cracks