Ghetto Hotel
Ghetto hotel,
Two dollars a day
How can you afford two dollars if you haven't got no pay
Ghetto hotel,
Watch the old men die
Drinking their white port makes a man want about to cry
Where were these men in their younger days
Did they have goals like you and me
It seems that they got lost, somewhere along the way
And now they'll lose their minds and fall into decay
Ghetto hotel,
Two dollars a day
How can you afford two dollars if you haven't got no pay
Ghetto hotel,
Women hangin' round
Sellin' their bodies, I say it sure does bring me down
Where were these girls in their younger days
I bet they was fine as they could be
But somehow they fell into this dirty, dirty jungle
And now they're crawlin' on their knees
Ghetto hotel,
Two dollars a day
How can you afford two dollars if you haven't got no pay
Ghetto hotel,
Little baby cryin'
Mama lyin' on the floor with a needle in her arm
We've got to look into the future
The child can't make it on his own
We've got to make his world a place that is worth livin'
Maybe things will be better when he's grown
We've got to look into the future
The child can't make it on his own
We've got to make his world a place that is worth livin'
Maybe things will be better when he's grown
Two dollars a day
How can you afford two dollars if you haven't got no pay
Ghetto hotel,
Watch the old men die
Drinking their white port makes a man want about to cry
Where were these men in their younger days
Did they have goals like you and me
It seems that they got lost, somewhere along the way
And now they'll lose their minds and fall into decay
Ghetto hotel,
Two dollars a day
How can you afford two dollars if you haven't got no pay
Ghetto hotel,
Women hangin' round
Sellin' their bodies, I say it sure does bring me down
Where were these girls in their younger days
I bet they was fine as they could be
But somehow they fell into this dirty, dirty jungle
And now they're crawlin' on their knees
Ghetto hotel,
Two dollars a day
How can you afford two dollars if you haven't got no pay
Ghetto hotel,
Little baby cryin'
Mama lyin' on the floor with a needle in her arm
We've got to look into the future
The child can't make it on his own
We've got to make his world a place that is worth livin'
Maybe things will be better when he's grown
We've got to look into the future
The child can't make it on his own
We've got to make his world a place that is worth livin'
Maybe things will be better when he's grown
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Writer(s): Norton Buffalo
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