Christmastime in the Motor City
But things aint really pretty
Yeah, the streets are paved with rusty pennies
Smell of money in the air but you cant earn a dollar anywhere
Im out of work, its been a while
So dont ask me to smile
I aint no scrooge, I like December
But I cant even remember seeing Santa Claus this year
Well, I heard he got a job and he changed his name to Bob
Took shave in the lobby of the Cadillac Hotel
They gave him unemployment but no food stamps
Well give you drug but theres no free soup Incomprehensible
Christmastime in the Motor City
But things aint really pretty
Yeah, the streets are paved with rusty pennies
Smell of moneys in the air
It was not a night to be with birds
Christmas Eve without the tender words
Without a place to call my home
Sharing a square in the park with the pigeons
Combing my hair and feeding them bread
They bobbed their heads and walked right up
Their cup is filled but mine got spilled along the way
At 2 a.m., Im off the streets, sitting in a donut shop
A sad-eyed girl mops the floor next to my feet
The light in here is far too bright
The radio plays Silent Night
I sit and watch the traffic panic, it sails away
Look at this, its Christmas Day
Christmastime in the Motor City
But things aint really pretty
Yeah, the streets are paved with rusty pennies
Smell of moneys in the air