Angeline
Poet Chick
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Poverty Train
Laura Nyro
Last call for the poverty train.
Last call for the poverty train.
Oh it looks good and dirty on the shiny light strip,
and if you don't get beat you got yourself a trip.
You can see the walls roar,
see your brains on the floor,
become God,
become crippled,
become funky and split.
Why was I born?
Well I just saw the devil and he's smiling at me.
I heard my bones cry
devil why's it got to be?
Devil played with my brother,
devil drove my mother.
Now the tears in the gutter
are floodin the sea.
Why was i born?
Oh baby it looks good and dirty, them shiny lights glow.
A million nights, tramps, tricks and tracks will come and go.
You're starvin today,
but who cares anyway?
Baby it feels like I'm dying now.
I swear there's something better than
gettin off on sweet cocaine.
It feels so good.
It feels so good.
gettin off the poverty train.
Morning.
Laura Nyro
Last call for the poverty train.
Last call for the poverty train.
Oh it looks good and dirty on the shiny light strip,
and if you don't get beat you got yourself a trip.
You can see the walls roar,
see your brains on the floor,
become God,
become crippled,
become funky and split.
Why was I born?
Well I just saw the devil and he's smiling at me.
I heard my bones cry
devil why's it got to be?
Devil played with my brother,
devil drove my mother.
Now the tears in the gutter
are floodin the sea.
Why was i born?
Oh baby it looks good and dirty, them shiny lights glow.
A million nights, tramps, tricks and tracks will come and go.
You're starvin today,
but who cares anyway?
Baby it feels like I'm dying now.
I swear there's something better than
gettin off on sweet cocaine.
It feels so good.
It feels so good.
gettin off the poverty train.
Morning.
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