The girls 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 lots of empty spaces to a workingman, who does intend to make a in front of his dead end.. If anyone has got the to try him.. The local writes his word flying the flag of all he calls absurd and the politic, of the town, is working thru a panic to a clown.. And the never ever boy endeavours on a clever his like a locomotive, he'll go till there's nothing else for to the tracks on end.. and he has got to walk.. It's just an that i'm tryin to say.. more than black and white that make up gray.. Nothin' move that's not in my way.. Can't you hear that train, cause it's a loud one.. This morning i poked in the eye it the only reason i had to cry.. Someone i know is quite misleading, she doesn't go where she's Her no longer her past, she's still always first class.. Others i know, are all too in making it well known that they've got to fear their boss, because, he can fire them.. The unqualified lifes gone up in smoke now he finds it hard, to a joke.. To the burning of fires and a of tires a cutting of in a circle of liars The law stretches far, to reach it's and nowhere you can hide when it's after dark and paranoid, you can never be alone.. It's just an that i'm tryin' to say there's more than black and white that up gray There's nothin' won't that's not in my way can't you that train, cause it's comin', a loud one.. A poet's down, but now he's on the rise on forbidden he will theorize On a paradise lost, an exaggerated A well gloss, and a summer frost Flying rockets thru writings in red are the of great spirits, both alive and dead Standing on the corner where the bricks are piled and the first floor touch the sky.. and looking up, there is left to say..[email protected]