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Lyrics
Waiting on the corner for the lights to
change some time to think
A prostitute with worn out legs, a waste
of eggs, gives me a wink
A man is playing drums upon a bucket
and a kitchen sink
I dont know where Im going now, but
somewhere new like York or Orleans
Casinos take donations, if youre willing,
in the form of dough
And you can see the greedy,
mouths-a-foaming standing in a row
Wild wide-eyed smiles, lusting animals on
every throw
They all come out, their tails between
their knees, a once held high head hung
low
Pretty people, ugly people
Were all the same
No matter how poor the people, rich the
people
Were all the same
Beautiful we all are, but we dont see it,
what a shame
Thinking theoried thoughts about infinity and whats beyond
And waiting for some answers walking circles round a frozen pond
And back out on the streets, the smart ones chuckle as the dumb get conned
And watch how all the men turn after passing polished long legged blonde
Pretty people, ugly people
Were all the same
No matter how poor the people, rich the people
Were all the same
Pretty people, ugly people
Were all the same
No matter how slow the people, quick the people
Were all the same
The answers are all there, but we dont see them, what a shame
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