Dead City Stare

Born
 Born
 Born to industrial
 There in the shadow
 Decrepit urban sprawl
 Smokestacks rape the air
 There are starving mouths to be fed
 And broken backs to be clothed
 And streets to be pounded
 Like a wounded animal
 The city is dying
 Like a wounded animal
 In need of mercy killing
 To be put out of its misery
 There are no politics for the desperate
 No jobs for the destitute
 And no hope for the downtrodden
 The hunter, he cannot provide
 The unemployed gatherer
 In a welfare wasteland
 Is broken and beaten
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 Relief in the eye of a needle
 Expression through violence
 And the irresistible force of decay
 The city is dying
 Like a wounded animal
 In need of mercy killing
 It's on its knees