| Concrete steps never swept
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| It used to be fear, now they call it respect
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| Sad old walls fallin' down
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| On the shattered skulls in the battleground
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| Absent fathers, weary mums
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| The old, the sick, the dying and the isolated ones
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| Ancient language turns obscene
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| Between the goal posts of a circular dream
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| Nothin' matters anymore
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| The rich get richer and the poor get sorer
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| This house is haunted and the streets are dead
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| We’re all at the mercy of shrunken heads
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| Bells are ringing of a cleaner time
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| There ain’t no washing hangin' out on the line anymore
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| Something died and I don’t know when
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| But it’s funkier now that it ever was then
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| Nothin' matters anymore
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| And the rich get richer and the poor get sorer
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| The heart of the city is dilapidated
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| Who’s gonna save us from these shrunken heads?
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| On a windy day where no one smiles
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| On a pleasureless beach on a go-go-golden mile
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| In a sad café eating day old bread
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| And I tip the angry actress with pockets full of shrunken heads
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| Windows barred, exhausted dull
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| And the smell of decay is miserable
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| Dangerous streets where the dealers rule
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| Lie litter strewn around a frozen school
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| Nothin' matters anymore
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| The rich get richer, and the poor get sorer
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| You took our loyalty and you tore it to shreds
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| And now we’re all the mercy of shrunken heads
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| Nothing matters anymore
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| And the rich get richer, and the poor stay sorer
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| And the heart of the city is red-carpeted
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| Now freaks of nature, shrunken heads
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| Shrunken heads decide my fate
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| It used to be 10, now it’s 10:08
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| We ain’t got the answers, it’s complicated
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| I wouldn’t bet any money on shrunken heads, oh |