Текстове на песни: Murder by Death. Good Morning, Magpie. On the Dark Streets Below.

Slow down, little girl
You've lost your way in this world
Slow down and start again
You'll feel much better in the end

Annie's always been a live one
Says the matroness
She never cries, she never lets her sorrows
Get the best of her

She makes a kind of music
Of the buttons popping off her dress
She knows that's just the way it goes
On the dark streets below

Adelle came from a decent town
Scraped by for first month's rent
Guessed with her brain
She could find a job in management

She showed promise in algebra
But now her talent's spent
On other people's dough
On the dark streets below

So get up, kid, you're [Incomprehensible]
I never knew a time when you wouldn't take a bet

Slow down, little girl
You've lost your way in this world
Slow down, start again
You'll feel much better in the end

August from the old country
Came over on a ship
It was like a floating oil drum
Had barely made the trip

She knew that she'd been screwed
As soon she'd pulled up on the spit
Now she knows [Incomprehensible]
The dark streets below

These folks got nowhere left to go
But the dark streets below

The dark streets below
The dark streets below
The dark streets below
The dark streets below