Every city got an artery where the blood breaks down
An avenue or a boulevard and a boy who wears a crown
Indigant live styles mplies simply lack of means
Dogmatical authoritarians dictate the cities remains
A promise
To go to heaven wont put salvation in sight
Whirlwind is coming down on me
When the factory shut down so did the place he lived
Blood money for junk bonds by a white collar fugitive
All the tax free insentives ain
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