The downstairs girls have to say the uptown boys that always get their way There's a loner on the corner and a stoner on the A who's two faces eyes show lots of empty spaces Next to a workingman, who intend to make a in front of his dead end.. If has got the nerve to try him.. The local writes his word he's flying the flag of all he calls and the body politic, of the town, is working thru a to a clown.. And the never ever boy endeavours on a ploy his motive a locomotive, he'll go till there's nothing else for to the he's on end.. and he has got to walk.. It's just an idea i'm tryin to say.. There's more than black and that make up gray.. Nothin' won't move not in my way.. Can't you that train, cause it's comin' It's a one.. This morning i myself in the eye it wasn't the reason i had to cry.. Someone i is quite misleading, she doesn't go where she's leading Her present's no longer her past, she's still 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 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 it's mark and there's nowhere you can hide it's after dark and paranoid, you can never be alone.. It's an idea that i'm tryin' to say there's more than black and white make up gray There's nothin' won't that's not in my way can't you hear that train, it's comin', a loud one.. A been down, but now he's on the rise on forbidden thoughts he theorize On a paradise lost, an cost A well shined gloss, and a frost Flying like rockets thru in red are the of great spirits, both alive and dead on the corner where the bricks are piled high and the floor windows touch the sky.. and looking up, there is left to say..[email protected]