CITY CESSPIT
The ebony streets and their goddess; neon
the former crouches low and looks upon
her face
in it is no trace
of treason
no clear reason
for them to doubt
Every reason to be devout
to her
she wears no fur
cops say|: "See the junky, the cur.
"Catch him! "Yes sir, yes sir! with a slur
Mad as a hatter, mad as a hatter
playing on horns
playing with thorns
and playing in tatters
off my rocker
this should shock her
no need to mock her
reality is; a wrecked rocking rocker
I got so sloshed
almost brain washed
What was the cost
have we won, have we lost?
The ebony streets and their goddess, neon
the former crouches low and looks upon
her face, see the trace
¦.of treason
