Текст: Live. Throwing Copper. Shit Towne.

The weavers live up the street from me
The crackheads, they live down the street from me
The tall grass makes it hard to see
Beyond my property

Hey man, this is criminal
This hard line symmetry of people and pets

And we don't bother anyone
We keep to ourselves
The mailman visits each of us in turn

And we don't bother anyone
We keep to ourselves
The mailman visits each of us in time

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live
In shit town
Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live
In our town

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live
In shit town
Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live

The weavers live up the street from me
The crackheads, they live down the street from me

And we don't bother anyone
We keep to ourselves
The mailman visits each of us in turn

And we don't bother anyone
We keep to ourselves
The mailman visits each of us in time

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live
In shit town
Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live
In our town

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live
In shit town
Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live
In our town

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live
Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live

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Don't hold me back

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live
In shit town
Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live
In our town

Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live
In shit town
Gotta live, gotta live, gotta live

Our town
Shit town
Our town
Shit town
Our town
Shit town