I got to get out of this ***** 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 ***** 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 ***** 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 ***** old town
I got to get out of this ***** 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
This poem was written for a girl down the alley from me that was murdered in cold blood and the ****** has gone unsolved to this day. They did find a 16-year-old with a gun in that alley days later, but could not definitively pin the ****** on him.