Some cheek you've got to call this a city
The busted end of a long dusty road
I lost a lotta years here, a gutterbound pedestrian
Nailed to a mood as black as dirty coal
And I'm sick of the death they've

Painted on their faces, the rattle in their lungs
The poison in the guts o' them is dripping off their tongues
A prick of a town, I'll live you down, I swear I'll find a way
The way it's lookin', it won't I reckon be happening today

Fare evader on the 8.15
She reeks o' menace, cheap perfume