thejunkyardprocession revamped | Seite 6

The towns alive it morphs and changes it grows, but it's still the same beast. We change, life has its hooks in us, they rip and tear, we mend and repair, live The Other Side Of Town The other side of town, the one that still broken down Full of beggars and thieves, everyone is on bended knees Where the smack, crack, coke for a snack isn‟t the sound of a tennis bat and a commercial taste down your neck They‟ve heard of the rat race here it‟s the loose your face to broken bones crew They only know two colours and those are black and blue The houses are found in rows, the doors are always closed The shut down, the broken in and that is only where the troubles begin Rolling in the gutter is your bread and butter of this town filled with sin There‟d be girls on the corner but I‟d better warn you they have less teeth than you Spin a yarn, tell a tale got to get out when rock n roll fails When a vacant lot is all you‟ve got, do you wonder why they turn to dealing pot They‟re painting over the cracks, with another art attack Just in time