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    "Broken-hearted Town"genre: AAA/Adult Alternative
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    Salty Dog keeps it real by shamelessly exploiting the ethnicity of front man Ken Hung.
    CD: Kill Your Good Times
    Credits: Lyrics: Hung/Music: Salty Dog

    Story Behind the Song
    Engineered by Dan Perry.

    Produced by Salty Dog.

    Recorded at Leaky Basement Studios 9/01.

    Used by permission of Disposable Culture Enterprises. All rights reserved.

    Lyrics
    Broken-hearted Town

    I come home to a Chinatown flat
    The smell of grease and soy sauce in the kitchen
    Been two days since I last came back
    Cause I’ve never let no one make my decisions

    So I never thought that I’d be here to tell you these things.

    Take the steps ‘bove a nail salon
    Old men in muscle T’s playing their wages
    Buy the drinks for everyone
    Everyone needs comfort in their cages

    And I never thought that I’d be here to say what I’ve been doing.

    Decks of cards and smoky bars and debts scrawled out in matchbooks
    Mah jong tiles and jaded smiles all rusted like old fishhooks
    Tried to cope but I got hope mixed up with feeling lucky
    And luck can’t heal the pain I feel that’s beating up inside me

    CHORUS:
    I know I never was good at loving you before;
    Know I was never around.
    But maybe you and I could still make something of it
    Inside this broken-hearted, broken-hearted town.

    Saw you there on the factory floor
    Loved you from the corner of my eye
    Looked at me, like a slamming door
    And I decided then and there I would pry.

    And I never thought that I’d be here to try once again.

    Eleven years been living here and what can I show for it?
    Your love for me became pity and still I could ignore it.
    But the American way meant bills to pay; it just got too demanding
    For take-out stands leave scalded hands and back pains from the standing.

    CHORUS

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