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THE STREETS OF AMERICA
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THE STREETS OF AMERICA,
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Desolate and without purpose
radiating from so many septic sources
forming the fabric of a wayward people
disappearing as the vestiges of our past
Scratched like tartan into virgin soil
a substrate for progress and disarray
a spreading network of broken dreams
searching for a thoroughfare to take us away
Just a little tale from the streets of america (say a little prayer)
sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria
trenchant, weary native sons
step back
and see the damage done
meander to the horizon (shoot straight to the horizon)
the streets of america
Black, tarred concrete
pine for me
lying domant
for you and country
hardened surface
cracked within
catch the sweat
from off the chin
Of men and women
senior and child
who look to you
and your sterile miles
and in their stares
is bald dismay
for what you promised
led them astray
Hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins
false hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains
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Desolate and without purpose radiating from so many septic sources forming the fabric of a wayward people disappearing as the vestiges of our past Scratched like tartan into virgin soil a substrate for progress and disarray a spreading network of broken dreams searching for a thoroughfare to take us away Just a little tale from the streets of america (say a little prayer) sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria trenchant, weary native sons step back and see the damage done meander to the horizon (shoot straight to the horizon) the streets of america Black, tarred concrete pine for me lying domant for you and country hardened surface cracked within catch the sweat from off the chin Of men and women senior and child who look to you and your sterile miles and in their stares is bald dismay for what you promised led them astray Hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins false hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains
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