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Pot Holes(One, two, three, four)It's a beautiful city We've been living in latest Never go to the South side (Don't you go down to the South side) And there's pot holes Sleeping in the black concrete And your little rebel rebel's Just a pebble in a big stream Yes, we're living underneath a World imperial empire And it's built on the flimsy web of Your money and your desire We built this city on the ruins of Rock and roll One minute you're driving on smooth pavement Then you're down in a dark pot hole And there's black me sleeping on Your white concrete You go and see a ten dollar movie Then you're caught int the web of The waking dream It's a beautiful city But the streets are full of holes I spend my whole life on the North side (I don't go down to the South side) And I drive on the concrete And I pay my taxes too And I could write a letter to the mayor But we both got a lot to do And I admit it's inconvenient To get robbed in a combat zone Well, shit, I had to cancel my credit card Had to buy me a brand new phone But it's a beautiful city And the cops are on our side I mosey down to check out the Angry mob just to keep myself occupied And you can talk about Chicago You can talk about New York You can talk about London, England You can have a nice day, take a walk in the park But there's always at least two Different cities in your town And if you can't look at the dark one Then you'll spend your life living Down in a dark pot hole |