The downstairs have alot to say about the uptown that always get their way a loner on the corner and a stoner on the border A schizo who's two faces eyes show lots of spaces Next to a workingman, who does to make a stand in of his dead end.. If anyone has got the to try him.. The local writes his word he's flying the flag of all he absurd and the body politic, of the town, is thru a panic to a clown.. And the never ever boy endeavours on a clever his motive like a locomotive, go till there's nothing else for to the he's on end.. and he has got to walk.. just an idea that i'm tryin to say.. There's more than black and that make up gray.. won't move that's not in my way.. Can't you hear that train, cause comin' It's a one.. This morning i poked in the eye it wasn't the reason i had to cry.. Someone i know is quite misleading, she go where she's leading Her no longer her past, she's still always first class.. i know, are all too clear in making it known that they've got nothing to fear Except boss, because, he can fire them.. The unqualified beggars' gone up in smoke now he finds it hard, to a joke.. To the burning of fires and a of tires a cutting of wires in a of liars The law far, to reach it's mark and there's nowhere you can hide when it's dark and you're paranoid, you can be alone.. It's an idea that i'm tryin' to say there's more black and white that make up gray There's nothin' move that's not in my way you hear that train, cause it's comin', it's a one.. A poet's down, but now he's on the rise on forbidden he will theorize On a lost, an exaggerated cost A well gloss, and a summer frost Flying like rockets writings in red are the ghosts of great spirits, both and dead Standing on the corner where the bricks are piled and the first windows touch the sky.. and looking up, is nothing left to say..[email protected]