Summer night on south laurel street
Nobody’s vacant, complacent and drunk
Broken bottles, thorns cut her feet
Her jesus man, he makes her wild
He walks her to the corner store
To buy that drink she’s looking for
Drinking makes her think of youth
The reason she’s wrinkled, jaded, and abused
Forget about it, feel it right
Don’t let go, forget the night
My mother always told me this:
The girls on corners; be sure to miss

I finished all my turpentine
Now all that’s left is blood and wine
Girl, don’t forget to feel me up
‘Cause if you didn’t, you wouldn’t get enough
I’m sure you’ve heard this song before
But we sing ‘cause the wine’s all been poured

And as the ground evades in cracks
I wish they’d return back
The city decays, it’s been overrun
By thieves and liars and petty drunks
Who would have thought that at our end
The movers and builders’d be artists and friends
When there’s no one left to build the tower
The people there collapse and scatter

I wish I was a better man
Someone who cared, and had more friends
But that’s not our lot, babe, I’m telling you now
The worthless punks have faded, lightened brows
And furrow them the workers fade
They worship death ‘cause life’s been made
I don’t think I’ve much more to say
But it don’t matter, because ‘the radio does play’

And plays and plays and plays

The corporation’s tired phrase