Whitetown

Mary Ann on the avenue

Girl all dressed up in Kensington blue

Down where the hammer falls

She’s born and bred within Whitetown walls

Each and every day slowly passes away

From a passing car she hears the music play

Beneath the “El” she starts to sway

Down in Whitetown

Down in Whitetown

Down in Whitetown

Johnny’s trying to make his way

He’s got a job, mister it don’t pay

He sits and counts the scars

On a stool down the end of a Whitetown bar

And the old men here piss their lives away

Drinking and joking about their cop-fighting days

Ain’t no answers here, just the past and fear

Of spending the rest of your days

Down in Whitetown

Down in Whitetown

Down in Whitetown

In a dream salvation comes with a beat

Or the sound of breaking glass and running feet

The beat that echoes down through the streets

Mary Ann dances on

Down in Whitetown

Down in Whitetown

Whitetown

Down in Whitetown

Down in Whitetown

Down in Whitetown