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The Subways - The Edge Of Town lyrics
The Cul-de-sac jungle is a cruel place
 It's a living rotting failure from a different age
 And if you're looking for the place that dreams go to die
 It's not in the city it's around the outside
 You can mortgage your future for subleached purity
 And accept the sterility in exchange for security
 But no matter how many times you run from your fears
 The same problems always re-appear
 Day after day it's all just decay
 And the promised land just gets further away
 On these dead lawns lie your father's dreamsThe Subways - The Edge Of Town - http://motolyrics.com/the-subways/the-edge-of-town-lyrics.html
 White flight. White blight. White screams
 On these dead lawns lie your mother's dreams
 Rum, Romanism And TammanyIdealism is fucking dead
 Laughed off the stage at countless conventions
 Laissez faire is en vogue again
 It's silver tongue has been heaven sent
 One man, one vote, throw it away
 One land, one hope, throw it away
 When every candidate looks the same, born of noble blood
 So don't fucking talk to me about our tradition of democracy
 Who the fuck am I supposed to believe in









