Dirty Old Town

I got to get out of this dirty old town My blood's in a fever My loves in the ground My heart is on fire My brains in the pan My time is an hourglass... sifting like sand And all I can do Is pace up and down Like a dog on a chain That can't get around My mind is confused My nerves are a wreck You put me out like a smoked cigarette You laughed in my face... made me feel like a clown I got to get out of this dirty old town The girl down the street Got shot in the back Her babies are crying She's not coming back Her mother weeps at a hole in the ground I got to get out of this dirty old town The man on the news Shows a kid with a gun Caught in the alley With no place to run Will an answer ever be found? I got to get out of this dirty old town I got to get out of this dirty old town My blood's in fever My loves in the ground My heart is on fire My brains in the pan My time is an hourglass...sifting like sand

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