Blaze Foley - Youll get yours aplenty

^AmThe skies are full of dirt and gray ^GThe city's kids come out to play ^AmRunning in the broken glass ^EmFrom old deserte^Amd windows

^AmDollar winos fill the streets ^GThe poolroom music's soulful beat ^AmEngulfs the gray and dirty air ^EmIn inner city^Am limits

^AmChildren run in hopeless heat ^GLong the dirty junkie streets ^AmWomen sell themselves to men ^EmThrough ruthless m^Amediators

^AmThe sidewalk cracks are deep and wide ^GThe children kneel to look inside ^AmFor pennies, maybe nickels ^EmDropped i^Amn passing

^AmThey live their lives like others past ^GThe winos drink, the pimps sell ass ^AmLittle girls ten years ago ^EmAre older now ^Amby twenty

^AmSocial change is still just talk ^GThe things you see in urban walks ^AmShould make you sick and lose your lunch ^EmInside your high-ris^Ame diners

^AmMake the laws, you own the land ^GYou hold them down when you can't stand ^EmOne of these day's you'll get your^Ams aplenty ^EmOne of these day's you'll get your^Ams aplenty ^EmOne of these day's you'll get your^Ams aplenty