| Out of the alleys, our 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 oar 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 Sunday’s under a rain burning roof
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| It’s five blocks a universe and aliens for each
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| Like invisible ghettos of priviledge and grief
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| And pinned up between them 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
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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 crown a banker, the queen crown 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 a universe and aliens for each
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| Like invisible ghettos of priviledge and grief
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| And pinned up between them the carrion fly
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| Picking off skeletons under a big northern sky
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| This is the place where 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 |