It was a ten cent city
Hell bent on destruction
The lip of the pin down alls the hair
It was a tent city
A city of resurrection
And skirts that lifted churches
Up from the shadows of dispair
It was a pauper's paradise
A gold digger's salvation
At the corporate price
Of little sanitation
And they sold their wares
Just as long as their stares
On a field of nothing
And a hiding to nowhere
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