Bottom Dollar

https://tommyvonmusic.bandcamp.com/track/bottom-dollar

When you jump and holler it's my bottom dollar, bottom dollar, bottom dollar 
When you jump and holler, jump and holler, it's gonna lead straight to squalor 
When the bottom drops out of your dollar, the bottom drops out of your dollar 
Lady Freedom's cut back on her hours, please don't try to call her 
She's moonlighting at the funeral parlor 
She used to hang out with Sammy - Uncle Sam in his rock n roll band
But now she's feeling kinda scammy - she'll charge you for the steak but she'll give you the spam 
So when the bottom drops out of your dollar 
You're gonna want to jump and holler 
Lady Freedom's cut back on her hours, please don't try to call her 
She's doing time at the Family Dollar 
I guess I shoulda read the small print - you know it giveth and taketh away every day 
I guess I should suspect the govt. you know they taketh away day by day 
So when the bottom drops out of your dollar, you're gonna want to spit and holler 
Lady Freedom's cut back on her hours, please don't try to call her 
She's doing time at the Family Dollar 
So when the bottom drops out of your dollar, you're gonna want to spit and holler 
Lady Freedom's cut back on her hours, please don't try to call her 
She's doing time at the Family Dollar 
When you jump and holler it's my bottom dollar, bottom dollar, bottom dollar 
When you jump and holler, jump and holler, it's gonna lead straight to squalor 
When the bottom drops out of your dollar, the bottom drops out of your dollar 
Lady Freedom's cut back on her hours, please don't try to call her 
She's moonlighting at the funeral parlor

Grey Skies on the Horizon

https://tommyvonmusic.bandcamp.com/track/grey-skies-on-the-horizon

A little boy steps out into the bright light of an unpaved muddy street 
Nothin' but yesterday's pre-chewed orange peel rind to eat 
As he sets off on his day's search for a sucker on the beat 
Cause he knows and the trick shows that people don't give nothin' 
for free 
And in the middle of his day when his mind has gone astray 
And he sits in the mud to play - there in the refection of the crud 
He notices Delilah 
I see grey skies on the horizon, I see a dead dog in a ditch 
And I wonder why I never notice Delilah 
A woman of numerous sins looks in the mirror and grins 
And there, in the cracks of the pitted glass 
She ponders on what has come to pass 
And there isn't a thing that she can do to get it back 
So she opens the door, her legs once more but never her heart 
Oh no, not her heart 
But as the threshold opens wide, before her heart has time to hide 
There in the hall is Delilah 
I see grey skies on the horizon, I see a dead dog in a ditch 
And I wonder why I never notice Delilah 
And Delilah leans on the frame of an open doorway 
Of a crumbling white washed red brick building 
Scratching the dry arch of her one bare foot 
With the toe of the other 
And she can't understand why people got to be so cold 
To one another 
Why they gotta be so cold? 
I see grey skies on the horizon, I see a dead dog in a ditch 
And I wonder why I never notice Delilah