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Broken everywhere
People on the station
Y'know they just care
I can't take the
I can't the noise
I got no money to out
I guess I got no
Rats in the room
in the back
Junkies in the with a baseball bat
I tries to get away but I get far
Cos a man with a re-possessed my car

Don't push me cos I'm close to the
I'm trying not to lose my
It's a jungle sometimes
It me wonder how I keep from going under

My son said: "Daddy, I don't wanna go to
Cos the teacher's a jerk, he must I'm a fool
And all the kids smoke I think it'd be cheaper
If I just got a job to be a street sweeper
dance to the beat, shuffle my feet wear a shirt and tie
And run the creeps"
Cos it's all money ain't a damn thing funny
You got to have a car in land of milk and honey
A child is with no state of mind
to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's too
Because only God knows you'll go through
You'll in the ghetto living second rate
And your eyes will see a song of deep
The you play and where you stay
like one great big alleyway

You'll admire all the book takers
The pimps the pushers and the big money
Driving great big spending twenties and tens
And you want to grow up to be just like
Smugglers burglars gamblers
Pickpocket pedlars even
You say I'm I'm no fool
But then you end up dropping right school

Now you're unemployed null and
round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turn stick up kid look you done did
Got up for an eight year bid
Being used and to serve like hell
one day you was found hung dead in the cell