lyrics
broken bottles spread out on the ground
firelight illuminates the darker side of town
he leaves without a sound.
where alleyways turn into avenues
straight out to the suburbs where there's nothing left to do
but think away the blues.
ooh, darlin it ain't easy. it's a job worth every penny.
ooh, darlin don't you see that it's not the getting but the giving.
piles of purpose spread around the room.
yesterday's agendas swell and pop like a balloon
but the lord is coming soon.
so best begin to brush away the brown.
holy hustlers push another purpose they have found
to send away the clowns.
ooh...
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so low,
released March 15, 2010
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