Coffin Nails and Concrete
I've been hammering my hope with city sounds
Coffin nails clicking on concrete dreams
Smoke stacks preach,and I am their parishioner
Every alley is an altar,every streetlight a saint
I drink from the gutters of gospel graffiti
Find my reflection in broken bottles
And bless my sins with spit and asphalt
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