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Do the worm on Acropolis
Slamdance the Cosmopolis
Enlighteen the populace
Hungry darkness of living
Who will thirst in the pit
Hooked in Metropolis
She spent a lifetime deciding
How to run from it
Addicts of Metropolis
Once fate had a witness
And the years seemed like friends
Girlfriend
Her babies can dream
But dreams begin like the end
Shot into eternity
Methadone kitty
Iron serenity
Ghetto Defendant
It is heroin pity
Not tear gas nor baton charge
That stops you taking the city
Strung out committee

Walled out of the city
Clubbed down from uptown
Sprayed pest from the nest
Run out to Barrio Town
The guards are itchy
Forced to watch at the feast
Then sweep up the night
Flipped pieces of coin
Broken bottles
Exchanged for birthright
Graphed in a jiffy
Strung out committee
Sitting pretty
Graphed in a jiffy
No pity, pretty
The ghetto Prince of gutter poets
Was bounced out of the room
Jean Arthur Rimbaud
By the bodyguards of greed
For disturbing the tomb
1873
His words like flamthrowers
Paris Commune
Burnt the ghettos in their chests
His face painted whiter
And he was laid to rest
Died in Marseille
Buried in Charleville
Shut Up

Soap floods oil in water
All churn in the wake
On the great ship of progress
The crew can't find the brake
Klaxons are blaring
The admiral snores command
Submarines boil in oceans
While the armies fight with suns
Do the worm on Acropolis   Slamdance the Cosmopolis   Enlighteen the populace   Hungry darkness of living   Who will thirst in the pit   Hooked in Metropolis   She spent a lifetime deciding   How to run from it   Addicts of Metropolis   Once fate had a witness   And the years seemed like friends   Girlfriend   Her babies can dream   But dreams begin like the end   Shot into eternity   Methadone kitty   Iron serenity   Ghetto Defendant   It is heroin pity   Not tear gas nor baton charge   That stops you taking the city   Strung out committee      Walled out of the city   Clubbed down from uptown   Sprayed pest from the nest   Run out to Barrio Town   The guards are itchy   Forced to watch at the feast   Then sweep up the night   Flipped pieces of coin   Broken bottles   Exchanged for birthright   Graphed in a jiffy   Strung out committee   Sitting pretty   Graphed in a jiffy   No pity, pretty   The ghetto Prince of gutter poets   Was bounced out of the room   Jean Arthur Rimbaud   By the bodyguards of greed   For disturbing the tomb   1873   His words like flamthrowers   Paris Commune   Burnt the ghettos in their chests   His face painted whiter   And he was laid to rest   Died in Marseille   Buried in Charleville   Shut Up      Soap floods oil in water   All churn in the wake   On the great ship of progress   The crew can't find the brake   Klaxons are blaring   The admiral snores command   Submarines boil in oceans   While the armies fight with suns