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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
(I respect)
Recognize our living dead
(Won't forget)
Downtown is a ghetto
Where the curbs have space
There's humans, abandoned
Complying
Hard lines in their hopeless faces
No dirt to coat
Green grass to mow
Broken glass, oh
The rubber & 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
(I respect)
Recognize our living dead
Downtown is a ghetto
Where the curbs have space
There's humans, abandoned
Complying
Hard lines in their hopeless faces
Feeling for handout
Handshake of time
Shake a microcosm
To 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
(I respect)
Recognize our living dead
Downtown is a ghetto
Where the curbs have space
There's humans, abandoned
Complying
Hard lines in their worn out faces
Downtown is a ghetto
Where the curbs have space
There's humans, abandoned
Complying
Hard lines in their hopeless faces
