Graffiti Limbo

	Lyrics：Michelle Shocked Music：Michelle Shocked
	Lay down your burdens
	Lay down your cares
	The Holy Virgin, she's gonna greet you up there
	With a big can of spray paint, yeah
	And a big blank wall
	And I can guaran-damn-tee you
	There ain't no cops around at all
	Graffiti Limbo
	Where do you go?
	Graffiti Limbo
	When there ain't no justice
	I only speak for myself
	But the word around town
	Is that something's shaking, yeah
	In the underground
	I only speak for myself
	But the word on the street
	Is that the writing's on the wall, yeah
	And the cop's on the beat
	Graffiti Limbo
	Where do you go?
	Graffiti Limbo
	When there ain't no justice
	(Now, I wrote this song for Michael Stewart. Michael Stewart
	was a young black graffiti artist who was arrested while
	writing graffiti on a subway wall in New York City.
	While under arrest, in the presence of eleven white transit
	cops, Michael Stewart was strangled to death.
	When his case was heard by the Grand Jury, you know, not one
	cop was found guilty. The coroner had lost the evidence and
	those cops are on the streets again.)
	Ah, you can have your little style wars, boys
	Yes, and you can keep your little dance
	But those crazy writers they don't stand a ghost of a chance
	No, it's 'Colar them cons'
	That's what Mayor Koch said
	He said, 'Call it a crime'
	And now it's steer clear of the engineer on that Midnight Special Line
	Graffiti Limbo
	Where do you go?
	Graffiti Limbo
	When there ain't no justice
	Graffiti Limbo
	Where do you go?
	Graffiti Limbo
	When there ain't no justice
	Ohhhh...

	Lyrics: Michelle Shocked Music: Michelle Shocked
	Lay down your burdens
	Lay down your cares
	The Holy Virgin, she' s gonna greet you up there
	With a big can of spray paint, yeah
	And a big blank wall
	And I can guarandamntee you
	There ain' t no cops around at all
	Graffiti Limbo
	Where do you go?
	Graffiti Limbo
	When there ain' t no justice
	I only speak for myself
	But the word around town
	Is that something' s shaking, yeah
	In the underground
	I only speak for myself
	But the word on the street
	Is that the writing' s on the wall, yeah
	And the cop' s on the beat
	Graffiti Limbo
	Where do you go?
	Graffiti Limbo
	When there ain' t no justice
	Now, I wrote this song for Michael Stewart. Michael Stewart
	was a young black graffiti artist who was arrested while
	writing graffiti on a subway wall in New York City.
	While under arrest, in the presence of eleven white transit
	cops, Michael Stewart was strangled to death.
	When his case was heard by the Grand Jury, you know, not one
	cop was found guilty. The coroner had lost the evidence and
	those cops are on the streets again.
	Ah, you can have your little style wars, boys
	Yes, and you can keep your little dance
	But those crazy writers they don' t stand a ghost of a chance
	No, it' s ' Colar them cons'
	That' s what Mayor Koch said
	He said, ' Call it a crime'
	And now it' s steer clear of the engineer on that Midnight Special Line
	Graffiti Limbo
	Where do you go?
	Graffiti Limbo
	When there ain' t no justice
	Graffiti Limbo
	Where do you go?
	Graffiti Limbo
	When there ain' t no justice
	Ohhhh...