| Some cheek you’ve got to call this a city
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| The busted end of a long dusty road
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| I lost a lotta years here, a gutterbound pedestrian
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| Nailed to a mood as black as dirty coal
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| And I’m sick of the death they’ve
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| Painted on their faces, the rattle in their lungs
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| The poison in the guts o' them is dripping off their tongues
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| A prick of a town, I’ll live you down, I swear I’ll find a way
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| The way it’s lookin', it won’t I reckon be happening today
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| Fare evader on the 8.15
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| She reeks o' menace, cheap perfume &nicotine
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| Sometimes she cries for no reason
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| A cough like a shotgun, says «I'm in love with no-one
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| I’m gettin' my shit together y’know, I’m just havin' a bad one,»
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| A prick of a town, I’ll live you down, I swear I’ll find a way
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| The way it’s lookin', it won’t I reckon be happening today
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| There’s no jewels among the shit here can tempt me
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| No heart beats beneath your empty coat
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| I lost a lotta souls here to forces just unspeakable
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| And I can’t see beyond the end of my rope
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| But I’ll remember all you taught me
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| The violence of women, the cowardice of men
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| The courage o' children who were lookin' for a friend
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| A prick of a town, I’ll live you down, I swear I’ll find a way
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| The way it’s lookin', it won’t I reckon be happening today |