My Side of the City

the children are slow on my side of the city
 they all like to talk
 they're looking so pretty
 they hide in the dark
 cause bright lights are so deadly
 the radio screams
 their friends are never on time
 they're never on time
 and mexican boys are holding down the corners
 (?)
 girlfriend sways quick from one side to another
 they're holding their own
 the trouble's never on time
 it's never on time
 well there's nothing in the world
 that I want to see
 there's nowhere
 oh no where
 that I'd rather be
 than here with you
 oh holding me near
 and all the girls sell on my side of the city
 (?) they're looking so pretty
 shift is a drag
 the weather's always shitty
 they do what they can
 the men are always on time
 they're always on time
 and undercover cops
 are looking for a sucker
 always want to trade for a little treasure
 they only ask once
 they only give the pleasure
 they give you a life
 the trains are never on time
 they're never on time
 well there's nothing in the world
 that I want to see
 there's nowhere
 oh no where
 that I'd rather be
 than here with you
 oh holding me here
 so make your way
 to the ocean
 let the warm cool breeze
 soak into your bones