My Petersburg

I grew up on the sly
 In the gutters and the streets of Petersburg
 Just a kid on the fly
 Getting good at getting by in Petersburg
 I've bartered for a blanket
 Stolen for my bread
 Learned to take my chances
 And use my head
 A Russian rat is clever
 Clever, or he ends up dead
 Boils down to
 There are some who survive
 Some who don't
 Some give up, some give in
 Me, I won't
 Black and blue, welcome to my Petersburg
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 Standing here, you can see
 From the spires to the piers of Petersburg
 I'd be down on that quay
 Selling stolen souvenirs of Petersburg
 The Palace is above and alleyways below
 Funny when a city is all you know
 How even when you hate it
 Something in you loves it so
 That's where I learned my stuff
 In some rough company
 There's the boy growing up
 Who was me
 All I've been, all I'll be
 We can do what we're told
 We can go where we're lead
 But I learned from my father to see what's ahead
 Nothing here to hold me
 No one that I owe
 Funny how a boy can grow
 Funny how a city tells you when it's time to go
 Boils down to
 There are some who have walls yet to climb
 You and I on the fly, just in time
 But tonight there's a sky
 And quite a view
 Welcome to my Petersburg