PUT YOUR FEET WIDE APART, NOSE ON THE GROUND, WHERE YOU GONNA START, ABOUT THIS DIRTY OLD TOWN?
SOME THINGS GO UP, SOME THINGS GO DOWN, THEY MOSTLY GO DOWN
IN THIS DIRTY OLD TOWN
DIM YELLOW MOON, HANGS BROKEN STARS, LIKE THREE- LEGGED DOGS,
AND FIVE STRING GUITARS
THOUGH THE MAD HATTER CLOWNS, AND IS QUITE DEBONAIR, ALL AROUND THIS OLD TOWN, THERE IS A PERMANENT STARE
OLD ENGINE SPARKS, THEN A COUGH AND A GROAN, LIKE ITS MASTER JUST LIVIN’
LIFE ON A LOAN
BUT YA BETTER STEP UP, OR SINK LIKE A STONE, MEN CHASIN’ THOSE JOBS
LIKE DOGS TO A BONE
OLD FACTORY STALKS PULLED DOWN BY MAD VINES, POOR LADIES THEY TALK
OF HAPPIER TIMES
NOW, THEY’RE BANGIN’ ON DOORS AND SWINGIN’ THEIR PISTOLS
KEEPIN’ THE SCORE ON THE KIBS AND THE BITTLES
SOME THINGS GO UP, SOME THINGS GO DOWN,
BUT THEY MOSTLY GO DOWN
IN THIS DIRTY
OLD TOWN
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