Streets for the violence,
And sex paying the whores,
A gun for every family,
But just one bullet will do.
To break the strongest bond,
Under a tide of desperation,
A longing for what was once here,
But has long since moved on.
If this city reminds you,
Of a cup of pain and sorrow,
With the trigger pulling moment,
Being the one that hurt most,
To take one step was futile,
But to take a leap would surely miss,
The pace at which to move on,
Another urban myth.
To make any move was foolish,
The gap of error to wide,
But it doesn't really matter anymore,
'Cause our city's been left behind.
Further that you or I can see,
Far, Far, Behind.
Thoughts, Opinions, Etc.
And sex paying the whores,
A gun for every family,
But just one bullet will do.
To break the strongest bond,
Under a tide of desperation,
A longing for what was once here,
But has long since moved on.
If this city reminds you,
Of a cup of pain and sorrow,
With the trigger pulling moment,
Being the one that hurt most,
To take one step was futile,
But to take a leap would surely miss,
The pace at which to move on,
Another urban myth.
To make any move was foolish,
The gap of error to wide,
But it doesn't really matter anymore,
'Cause our city's been left behind.
Further that you or I can see,
Far, Far, Behind.
Thoughts, Opinions, Etc.
