In our town, murders, happen everyday

When the temperature, rises they open the hydrants, and let the children play

In our town, friday, is payroll day

The taverns open, the sun goes down, the neon signs make a grand display

In our town, murders, happen everyday

There are whores walking the streets

They ain't pretty and they ain't cheap

We've got cops walking the beat

Stopping all the strangers they meet

Tn our town, martyrs, hang from the gallows pole

Newsboys cry on every corner, some high and mighty, has been brought low

In our town, friends, gather on the boulevard

The merchants are fat and happy, the beggar's life is hard

In our town, martyrs, hang in the gallows yard



There are guns, guns - banging on the door of flesh

There are guns, guns - the fire and smoke scratch my breath

There are guns, guns - and empty eyes staring up in death

There are guns, guns - banging on the door of flesh in our town



Muezzins, call form the minarets

Monks bow before their beggar bowls

While christians smoke their cigarettes

In our town, prophets, warn of a judgement day

Young girls hang out of window sills, a flowery frame for their charms' display

In our town, the river, smells of oil and shit

A hundred cranes stand in the harbour, loading a hundred ships

In our town a thousand tongues speak from a thousand lips

We've got whores walking the streets

Stopping all the strangers they meet

We've got cops walking the beat

They ain't pretty and they ain't cheap

In our town, the skyline, is like a mountain range

The streets are wind swept canyons, the central park is a grassy plain

In our town, the saints, smile down on festival days

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