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Mon 27 Jan, 2003 06:29 am
No jobs
Tough cops
Nothing else to do but fight
Walk the streets
Uptown feet's
Looking for a place to light
I wonder what the rich boys do
I view them like a turning screw
I wonder what the rich boys do
I wonder about that uptown view
Slow down
Uptown
I approach you in the night
In your eyes
Cold surprise
But you want to treat me right
I wonder what your parents do
I view them like a turning screw
I worry 'bout that uptown view
Sunshine
Legs twined
I awake to your vacant eyes
Awkward days
Blacks to grays
We've used up our alibis
Go on home to your parents child
I view you like a turning screw
Go on home to your parents child
Go back home to that uptown view
I wrote this some years ago. I have never shown it around before now. One reason; I can't escape a feeling that some lines are subconsciously swiped from other pens. I have searched the net without finding reference to any however.
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