The downstairs girls have 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 empty Next to a workingman, who intend to make a in front of his dead end.. If anyone has got the to try him.. The local columnist writes his he's flying the flag of all he calls and the body politic, of the town, is working a panic to a clown.. And the ever boy endeavours on a clever ploy his motive like a locomotive, he'll go till there's nothing for to the he's on end.. and he has got to walk.. It's an idea that i'm tryin to say.. There's than black and white that make up gray.. won't move that's not in my way.. Can't you hear train, cause it's comin' a loud one.. This morning i poked in the eye it wasn't the only i had to cry.. i know is quite misleading, she doesn't go where she's leading Her present's no longer her past, still always first class.. i know, are all too clear in it well known that they've got nothing to fear Except their boss, because, he can them.. The unqualified beggars' lifes up in smoke now he it hard, to take a joke.. To the of fires and a squeeling of tires a cutting of wires in a of liars The law stretches far, to reach it's and nowhere you can hide when it's after dark and you're paranoid, you can be alone.. It's just an that i'm tryin' to say there's more black and white that make up gray There's nothin' won't move not in my way can't you hear that train, it's comin', it's a one.. A been down, but now he's on the rise on forbidden thoughts he will On a paradise lost, an exaggerated A well shined gloss, and a summer Flying like rockets thru in red are the ghosts of great spirits, both alive and Standing on the corner where the bricks are high and the first floor touch the sky.. and up, there is nothing left to say..[email protected]