No pretty trees here
No sweet tea breeze
You'd better leather wrap your baby feet
Lift your chin up
Connect your eyes
To the half-dead with hearts still alive
Yes they have names too
(Don't forget)
It could happen to you
(You will too)
Starving souls need fed
(Out of respect)
Recognize our living dead
(Won't forget)
Downtown is a ghetto
Where the curbs have space
There's humans, abandoned
Compliant hard lines
Through their hopeless faces
No dirt to comb
Green grass to mow
Broken glass
Old rubbers and bones
Where the river dumps
Our trash and smut
Under our fingernails
Under our rug
Yes they have names too
(Don't forget)
It could happen to you
(You will too)
Starving souls need fed
(Out of respect)
Recognize our living dead
(Won't forget)
Downtown is a ghetto
Where the curbs have space
There's humans, abandoned
Compliant hard lines
Through their hopeless faces
Fiending for a handout
Handshaking uptime
Shake a microcosm
Into the center of your mind...
Yes they have names too
(Don't forget)
It could happen to you
(You will too)
Starving souls need fed
(Out of respect)
Recognize our living dead
(Won't forget)
Downtown is a ghetto
Where the curbs have space
There's humans, abandoned
Compliant hard lines
Through their worn out faces
Downtown is a ghetto
Where the curbs have space
There's humans, abandoned
Compliant hard lines
Through their hopeless faces
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