The Sixth Street Blues
The street sweepers sweep away
At four in the morning and try to clean
It will never change, it does no good
Of yesterday's moral decay
On the avenue of the hungry and mean
The menu, drugs and no food
The city bus stop benches are filled
Junkies and winos sleep there
Dreams of another fix or bottle of wine
Another dead body, one more was killed
The thief took all but his hair
A dead end street filled with swine
A hooker sleeps in the alley
The crack house is open twenty four seven
Business as usual, cops see nothing
The road is a dead end valley
The mindless, think that they are in Heaven
Or what ever life will bring
On this demon boulevard
Where angels dare to fly
And the losers have paid their dues
Where times are always hard
With no tears left to cry
Their choir sings,"The Sixth Street Blues"
Copyright © Danny Nunn | Year Posted 2009
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