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like a shadow in the night swallows up that city light like fire in the rain gets put out again like a weapon kept concealed explosive elements reveal a criminal inside of you no ground to stand nothing to lose the distribution of wealth such a fucking scam that's why its so hard to survive in this so called promise land you gotta do what you got to do to get by facilitate that permanent high smoke filled lungs inside of you its hard to dream of glory when you got something to prove sometimes were all victims of depression and unrest some people got no heart that's just the way its always been some never find what their looking for few get what they want and fewer get more sometimes you got to cross that line when you aint got enough to get by like an angel lost in hell i walk a path i know so well i feel lost in a familiar way another memory i cant explain cos its the bottle that seems to flow through another day of the drunk unknown im looking for a fight at 11.15 on a saturday night wake up on sunday morning to the sound of breaking glass & sirens calling bricks & bottles in the street alert the police, it's a state of emergency and the traffic lights all go blinking red and a voice on the radio says 'get out while you can' and in the gridlock panic sets in and there ain't no engine built fast enough to outride the |
