Low Life

Time standing so still-breaking your will
Old wounds don't heal-trampled underheel

See all the grief-on the city streets
Murder and deceit-pain and defeat

Now you know why everybody stays inside
Lock your doors up tight find a place to hide
inside
You better lock your doors up tight

Streets awash with blood-black skies up above
That's when I fell in love-can't get enough

Politics are corrupt-resources all used up
Take a drink from my special cup 'cause life isn't worth much

New York City nights living the low life
Got me feeling tight got me feeling light

I see the bod the bod the bodies
See all the death and I see the disease
See all the garbage piled up to my knees
Feels like the sun is a hundred degrees
I see the bodies as they lie there
People walk by as if they don't care
Piles of blood scabs and hair
I smell the stench of death in the air
I see the bodies lie everywhere
And the city
Cries
And dies

Power rules the land-with an iron hand
Keep close to your clan-know how sh*t began

Keep fighting the war-on the rich and the poor
See what comin' in store-see what to ignore

Now you know why everybody stays inside
Lock your doors up tight find a place to hide
Find a place to hide, find a place to hide, find a place to hide