Hard Town

THIS IS A HARD TOWN
IN THE MORNING I FIND NEEDLES ON THE PLAYGROUND
ALONG WITH USED CONDOMS HALF BURIED IN THE DIRT
I PICK THEM UP BEFORE THE CHILDREN COME
AND I PRAY FOR A WAY TO HEAL THE HURT

I KNOW A HARD MAN
TELLS ME HE'S GOT BLOOD ON HIS HANDS
A GUN IN HIS BOOT AND A SCREW YOU ATTITUDE
HE SAYS IN THIS TOWN YOU JUST DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO

THIS TOWN CAN BEAT YOU DOWN
TILL YOU CAN'T SEE A WAY OUT
TILL YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH
OF THE EDGES WORN AND ROUGH
AND YOU JUST GIVE UP

THIS IS A HARD TRUTH
WHEN YOU'RE TOLD THAT THE DECK'S BEEN STACKED AGAINST YOU
SO YOU SMOKE A LITTLE WEED
AD DRINK TOO MUSH WHISKEY
AND TRY TO PRETEND YOU NEVER HAD ANY DREAMS

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THIS IS A HARD TOWN
SOME ARE LOST BUT SOMETIMES SOME ARE FOUND
'CAUSE THERE'S POETRY IN PAIN
AND BEAUTY IN THE RAIN
AND THE WOUNDED BIRD CAN STILL LEARN HOW TO SING