Come on down and see menYou know my name wellnI'm everything you readnI've got it to sellnnThe ladies on my streetnAren't there for their healthnWelfare checks don't pavenThe road to much wealthnnThe cat and the rat thingsnGo bump through the nightnThey'll come do a dance thingnJust turn off your lightnnGommorah is a nursery rhymenYou won't find in the booknIt's written on your city's facenJust stop and take a looknnA story of pure hatenWith pictures betweennA tale for your kidsnTo help them to dreamnnSleep now little childrennDon't lose your wayn'Cos tourists don't see thingsnIn the clearness of daynnGommorah is a nursery rhymenYou won't find in the booknIt's written on your city's facenJust stop and take a look