Where the bottles break

I walk where the bottles break
And the blacktop still comes back for more
I walk where the bottles break, and the blacktop still comes back

I live where the neighbors yell
And their music comes up through the floor
I live where the neighbors yell, and their music wakes me up

Life beyond the playground fence
Is serious as basketball
Life beyond the playground fence, is serious


Four blocks from the steel mill blasts
I paint my claim upon the wall
Four blocks from the steel mill blasts, I paint my claim

From my end of the southside drag
It’s a common thought to call the cops
Further west it’s been gentrified
They’ve turned biker bars into flower shops

I kind of miss those Harley guys
Who rarely did anybody harm
They mostly liked to drink and shout
And flash the pictures on their arms

It happens when the money comes
The wild and poor get pushed aside
It happens when the money comes, the poor get pushed

These people aren’t saints
No people just are
They wanna feel like they count
They wanna ride in their own car

I just want to make enough
To buy this town and keep it rough
I just wanna make enough to buy this town

John Gorka

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