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The downstairs girls have alot to say
about the uptown boys that always get their way
Theres a loner on the corner and a stoner on the border
A schizo whos two faces eyes show lots of empty spaces
Next to a workingman, who does intend
to make a stand in front of his dead end..
If anyone has got the nerve to try him..
The local columnist writes his word
hes flying the flag of all he calls absurd
and the body politic, of the town, is working thru a panic
to elect a clown..
And the never ever boy endeavours on a clever ploy
his motive like a locomotive, hell go till theres nothing else for to
live
the tracks hes on end.. and he has got to walk..
Its just an idea that im tryin to say..
Theres more than black and white that make up gray..
Nothin wont move thats not in my way..
Cant you hear that train, cause its comin
Its a loud one..
This morning i poked myself in the eye
it wasnt the only reason i had to cry..
Someone i know is quite misleading, she doesnt go where shes leading
Her presents no longer her past, shes still always first class..
Others i know, are all too clear
in making it well known that theyve got nothing to fear
Except their boss, because, he can fire them..
The unqualified beggars lifes gone up in smoke
now he finds it hard, to take a joke..
To the burning of fires and a squeeling of tires
a cutting of wires in a circle of liars
The law stretches far, to reach its mark
and theres nowhere you can hide when its after dark
and youre paranoid, you can never be alone..
Its just an idea that im tryin to say
theres more than black and white that make up gray
Theres nothin wont move thats not in my way
cant you hear that train, cause its comin,
its a loud one..
A poets been down, but now hes on the rise
on forbidden thoughts he will theorize
On a paradise lost, an exaggerated cost
A well shined gloss, and a summer frost
Flying like rockets thru writings in red
are the ghosts of great spirits, both alive and dead
Standing on the corner where the bricks are piled high
and the first floor windows touch the sky..
and looking up, there is nothing left to say..
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