No pretty trees here
No sweet tea breeze
You'd better leather wrap your baby feet
Lift your chin up
Connect your eyes
To the half-dead with hearts still alive

Yes they have names too
(Don't forget)
It could happen to you
(You will too)
Starving souls need fed
(I respect)
Recognize our living dead
(Won't forget)
Downtown is a ghetto
Where the curbs have space
There's humans, abandoned
Complying
Hard lines in their hopeless faces

No dirt to coat
Green grass to mow
Broken glass, oh
The rubber & bones

Where the river dumps
Our trash and smut
Under our fingernails
Under our rug

Yes they have names too
(Don't forget)
It could happen to you
(You will too)
Starving souls need fed
(I respect)
Recognize our living dead

Downtown is a ghetto
Where the curbs have space
There's humans, abandoned
Complying
Hard lines in their hopeless faces

Feeling for handout
Handshake of time
Shake a microcosm
To the center of your mind

Yes they have names too
(Don't forget)
It could happen to you
(You will too)
Starving souls need fed
(I respect)
Recognize our living dead

Downtown is a ghetto
Where the curbs have space
There's humans, abandoned
Complying
Hard lines in their worn out faces

Downtown is a ghetto
Where the curbs have space
There's humans, abandoned
Complying
Hard lines in their hopeless faces