The Truth Ain't Pretty Songtext
von Steve Conte & The Crazy Truth

I′m always putting the last things first
'S why I′m starting out with the second verse
I used to think crazy but now I think fast
And I ain't in first place but I'm made to last

Get down to the gritty
Here in New York City
The truth ain′t pretty after all

I′m always repeating myself again,
I'm always repeating myself again
Ya tell me I′m a loser, now I need to win
Well I ain't no saint and that ain′t no sin

This town's got no pity
Ya feel high and then shitty
The truth ain′t pretty after all


Right down to the gritty
In New York City
The truth ain't pretty -

After all these years I still wake up on the floor
Have we learned nothing here, they don't go away
The troubles, the bars, the whores - the Big Apple, rotten to the core

Always repeating myself again (Always repeating myself again)
I′m always repeating myself again (Always repeating myself again)
Ya tell me I could use a little discipline (Always repeating myself again)
But I feel like crawling right outta my skin

Still down with the gritty
Still in New York City
Still the truth ain′t pretty after all

Get down to the gritty
In New York City
The truth ain't pretty after all

Aint pretty - after all
Truth aint pretty - after all
Aint pretty - after all