| Liquor store liqour store
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| One on every corner
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| Checks cashed any kind
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| No I. D
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| Liquor store liquor store
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| One on every corner
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| Malt liquor cigarettes
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| Lottery
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| The car is running
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| And kicking out fumes
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| You’ve disappeared inside
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| To buy the daily quota
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| I’m fending for myself
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| To a popular tune
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| Digging in the ashtray
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| Hoping for a quarter
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| Mile on mile of transient hotels
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| Unattended children with nowhere to play
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| Anger rips down Pine Street
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| In the form of a black Chevelle
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| But the Baptists keep singin' away
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| One lone Palm tree is rising up above
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| Its glamour & dignity are so out of place
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| An ancient pick-up truck is looking for a shove
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| The congregation sings «Amazing Grace» |