Rough cities
Where there is panic and crime
I went to sleep on someday
To wake up in my prime
The north wind blows about
My front door
I've been seeing ghosts again
Walking up and down the stair
Too many posts of pain
Too much at stake about which I don't care
Flashing about the city with life
To spare
But life is cheap in the street
Under the auspices of the bear
Who should you turn to in your despair
Nothing left to live for
On the road to Babilon
Keep the wheels rolling
When somethings not right its wrong
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