"Rough Trade"      They're gonna let me stay   I'm not an orphan on the street no more   They're gonna let me stay   No longer husteling the streets or in the weeklies no more      Hey it can be hard   Living under the watchful eye of the man   Surveilance everywhere   When ya live with three kingpins   You're singing a song so high      Hey it can be fun   Living in a compound   Electronica the sound   Booming everywhere amid the smell of hotrails   And emptiness all the same   I want out of the rough trade      There's gotta be a way   To escape the rough trade   There's gotta be a way   To escape the rough trade      The money's good OK   Living life in the rough trade   The money's good OK   Living life in the rough trade   The money's good OK   Living life in the rough trade   The money's good OK   Living life in the rough trade      Copyright 2007