Whirlwind

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