I got something special to show you. But I suppose, you've seen it all before. There's one thing I'm trying to tell you. But then again, you've heard it all before.
Two boys on a playground. Tryin' to push each other down. See the crowd gather 'round. Nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd. . Black gold in a white plight.
At the end of the track is a two bit shack. When you die, that's where you go. Down the lines, up from this pit at the end of your rainbow. . That's one too many flights of stairs.
Just like an old man in a candy store, the riots across the street. The cold greets the newborn, the neighbors that never meet. No one's making plans here, no one knows for sure.