Down here Where no man can stand And the lame dance like visions of hope The tall skyscrapers Tower like demons with money Princess of the glitter picks a dress to elope I wanna stand with the true people People of cotton and rice People of fire and ice People of music and verse I wanna stand with you honey Under the star wounded universe Your mother With your father in a noose Spends her last ten dollars on a few tears The righteous are sweating 'Cause it's cold everywhere They say everything will be alright but they haven't been here I wanna stand with the true people People of cotton and rice People of fire and ice People of music and verse I wanna stand with you honey Under the star wounded universe
Reason for writing:
True people are the blokes in the local pub, the young street people who sell me stuff and that nice looking blonde chick who dosen't fuck around.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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