She's sick of everybody – he's sick of everything
Two punks behind the alley – frustration every day
Goes up and cops on 6th street tells her ‘It's okay.'
Fixes inside the bathroom – watches it all fall away
If I have to take the pain – get it over quick
No one ever tells you that this life could be like this
No one ever tells you that the streets at night are rough
Never thought my life would turn out great but
At lest I hoped for good еnough
Punk gig Raji's on sunset, she's got a nasty bruise
Thеy're getting drunk on Boone's farm
Trading homemade tattoos
If they could save some money
They could afford the rent
A nice house with picket fences
That money's all been spent
She found him in the alley, light fading from his eyes
Needles and a leather jacket, slam dancing one last time
He said Mary don't you worry, No, Mary don't you cry
They may have killed the body, but our dreams will never die
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