And the Gods Looked Down

Well Johnny was a beggar Thought everyone in the world owed him a dime His face was like old leather Didn't know who was kinder, the hookers or Father Time Johnny lived out of a box in a Lower East Side hotel He said he preferred it that way Didn't hold on to nothing that he could sell Or swap for a bottle to see him through the day And the Gods looked down Enjoying all the sights and sounds Yeah the Gods looked down At this little merry-go-round Tina came to see him every other Thursday night Pretending to herself it was just another job She was clean and cheap, and did it right But she wouldn't go too far for that lazy slob As he came up close, Tina closed her eyes Hoping he wouldn't take too long And the thought for a second flickered through his mind This is something I can hold on to, but of course he was wrong And the Gods looked down Enjoying all the sights and sounds Yeah the Gods looked down At this little merry-go-round Well your capitalist Gods They don't give a good God damn about the poor and hungry And your socialist Gods, huh They say they can fix everything, but they don't want to Because then they'll be out of a job And the Gods looked down Enjoying all the sights and sounds Yeah the Gods looked down At this little merry-go-round