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TRASH CAN

 

Inner City Kid, Kid in a City

In a city kid, in a city

 

Walking to the top of a hill, the moon shone its big silver eye down on the inner city Kid

And he looked around, and he looked down at the heaving seething city below.

 

Born in a trash can yeah fed full of **** I couldn’t find no corners

No, no way around it

Running around in circle yeah, day on day

Blow the lid off yeah my mind decay

 

It’s so easy to get so full of ****

When you’re born crawling around in it all day long

Falling down like a bleeding messiah