Sidewalks of the Dawn
They’re cutting the power, no bill received
Out of work, out of favors, with nothing to believe in now
When you can’t pay, they’ll throw you out on the lawn
Smoke your last cigarette, on sidewalks of the dawn
Now you’re broke
The butt of some joke
You think that life is some sort of con
On sidewalks of the dawn
The neighbors scream in Spanish all night
There’ll be no sleep, though eyes clenched tightly
And everything you own is on loan in pawn
But there is still music on the sidewalks of the dawn
You can hear them outside
Talk how you should have died
Their judgment loud as a gong
But you’re dancing on sidewalks of the dawn.

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