When The Whip Comes Down

(M. Jagger/K. Richards) Yeah, mama and papa told me I was crazy to stay I was gay in New York A fag in L.A. So I saved my money And I took a plane Wherever I go they treat me the same When the whip comes down When the whip comes down When the whip comes down When the whip comes down I'm going down fifty-third street And they're spitting in my face I'm learning the ropes Yeah I'm learning a trade The east river truckers Are churning with trash I make so much money That I'm spending so fast When the whip comes down When the whip comes down When the whip comes down When the whip comes down When the shit hits the fan I'll be sitting on the can When the whip comes down Yeah, some called me garbage When I was sleeping on the street Out on the road I'm on the cheap I'm filling a need I'm plugging a hole My mama's so glad I ain't on the dole When the whip comes down When the whip comes down When the whip comes down When the whip comes down (Yeah, go ahead check it out) Yeah, baby, when the whip comes down When the whip comes down (I'll be running this town, I'll tell you) When the shit hits the fan I'll be sittin on the can