Rubber & Bone
THE GROWLERS · City Club 2016 · Track 07 of 13
Written by Brooks Nielsen
No pretty trees here No sweet tea breeze You'd better leather wrap your baby feet Lift your chin up Connect your eyes To the half-dead with hearts still alive
Yes they have names too (Don't forget) It could happen to you (You will too) Starving souls need fed (I respect) Recognize our living dead (Won't forget)
Downtown is a ghetto Where the curbs have space There's humans, abandoned Complying Hard lines in their hopeless faces
No dirt to coat Green grass to mow Broken glass, oh The rubber & bones
Where the river dumps Our trash and smut Under our fingernails Under our rug
Yes they have names too (Don't forget) It could happen to you (You will too) Starving souls need fed (I respect) Recognize our living dead
Downtown is a ghetto Where the curbs have space There's humans, abandoned Complying Hard lines in their hopeless faces
Feeling for handout Handshake of time Shake a microcosm To the center of your mind
Yes they have names too (Don't forget) It could happen to you (You will too) Starving souls need fed (I respect) Recognize our living dead
Downtown is a ghetto Where the curbs have space There's humans, abandoned Complying Hard lines in their worn out faces
Downtown is a ghetto Where the curbs have space There's humans, abandoned Complying Hard lines in their hopeless faces