[Verse 1]
Put on your hat and coat and take
A walk down the street
I think you’re bound to be surprised
By all the bodies you meet
The bowels of the melting pot
Reeks of shit
While a guy does your windows
With a sponge and his spit
The whores on the highway
Try to forget
That they jeopardized the
Lives of the guys they met
Some will shoot you up and stuff
You down a drainpipe hole
‘Cause they wouldn’t touch your body
With a ten-foot pole
[Verse 2]
“Stick ’em up, stick ’em up
Empty the drawer”
Said the banger to the owner
Of the liquor store
I was purchasing some wine
When I heard the pops
And a patron started screaming:
“Someone, call the cops!”
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The cops were called, and we were
Told to wait
But the death toll rose because
The cops were late
The banger ran out, and he was
Gone in a flash
He got away with the murder
And out with the cash
[Chorus]
But the truth hurts, the truth hurts
And fairy tales are written like a book
The truth hurts, the truth hurts
Just open your eyes and take a look, son
[Verse 3]
Let’s take a little trip
To the Lower Side
There’s a junkie in a place
Where the freaks reside
He shoots the shit
And gets the rent paid free
With government checks
And lots of AZT
He sees his kids
About once a week
And his wife’s on her deathbed
As we speak
She prays for little ones
Every day
But the boy is infected
And the girl’s okay
[Verse 4]
Jackin’ in the city
While the city sleeps
You play for fun
And they play for keeps
There’s a thief in the hood
Just waitin’ to pop
And a kid in a Cadillac
Tryin’ to cop
Herb and couple
Vials of coke
And he don’t sweat it out
‘Cause the fine’s a joke
In a matter of time
It was a real done deal
It’s back to the burbs
Because the shit ain’t real
[Chorus]
But the truth hurts, the truth hurts
And fairy tales are written like a book
The truth hurts, the truth hurts
Just open your eyes and take a look, son
[Bridge]
Listen up!
[Solo]
[Chorus]
Oh, but the truth hurts, the truth hurts
And fairy tales are written like a book
The truth hurts, the truth hurts
Just open your eyes and take a look
The truth hurts, the truth hurts
And fairy tales are written like a book
The truth hurts, the truth hurts
Just open your eyes and take a look, son
[Outro]
Oh, but the truth hurts, the truth hurts