In the flatlands it's uphill everywhere you go
I can feel the fuckers in the hills looking down their noses
At the blackman, whiteman heading off to work
Hard knocks, hard luck, and hard living
Then the fog rolls in and we do it all again
Hard knocks, hard luck, and hard living
See the kids in the streets learning how to hate
Lockdown cell block 3228

You spend your sunny days on the brink of another disaster
Try to run but you couldn't live any faster

Like Loverboy said we be working for the weekend
So the butchers go and cut it up in Brokeland
Well-laid plans, one night stands, and fisticuffs
Whiskey, women, and blackguarding
Monday morning black eyed toiling we've clearly had enough
Whiskey, women, and blackguarding
Adeline, Adeline, sweet Adeline
Bottle to the face cuts to the chase
Let's paint this town fucking black and blue

You spend your sunny days on the brink of another disaster
Try to run but you couldn't live any faster

You spend your sunny days on the brink of another disaster
Whiskey, women, blackguarding


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