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Out of the alleys are needle-strewn fields |
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Into the sunlight that the brochures reveal |
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Like snakes come for rabbits and rabbits for meals |
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Where the ore and the axe flies |
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Well this is our story (stick to it) but it ain't the truth |
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'Cause the truth's just for liars that need an excuse |
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Around here love's a gangster and charity's the proof |
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Where God deals on Sundays under a rain burning roof |
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It's five blocks of universe and aliens for weeks |
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Like invisible ghettos of privilege and grief |
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And pinned up between 'em, the carrion fly |
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Living off skeletons of recycled lives |
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This is the place you find out |
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Well this is the way you find out |
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We all live downtown |
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Pay two-even, no parking |
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Live with a clown |
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Step over ourselves |
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We all live downtown |
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Pay in blood, no parking |
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Sleep on the ground |
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Step over ourselves |
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We all live downtown |
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We all die downtown |
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Step over ourselves (over ourselves) |
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Step over ourselves |
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Well this is our story (stick to it) but it ain't the truth |
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'Cause the truth's just for liars that need an excuse |
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For a King crowned a banker, the Queen crowned a noose |
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Like heirs to a graveyard where the dirt's always loose |
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It's five blocks of universe and aliens for weeks |
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Like invisible ghettos of privilege and grief |
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And pinned between 'em, the carrion fly |
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Picking off skeletons under a big Northern sky |
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This is the place you find out |
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Well this is the way you find out |
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We all live downtown |
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We all die downtown |
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Step over ourselves |
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Step over ourselves |
