fog comes in and out with the tides
like my pocket watch it doesn't keep the time
spitting smoke combustion from foreign cars
choking my family history with the b_____ wars

troubador
whats the score?
standing in line with the tenderloin w____s
troubador
take a f___ing tour cuz my eyes are welling up from the last g-chord

break-time satisfied with tar and nicotine
and the church bells afternoon licks ring of blasphemy true to filth and form bus and trolley off the track and line
lunch time whistles stop the workers but not the troubador's crime

troubador
whats the score?
standing in line with the tenderloin w____s
troubador
take a f___ing tour cuz my eyes are welling up from the last g-chord

the pub patrons spend their wages in mumbled bouts
the grub merchants chewed the fat then chewed you out pedestrian, night journeyment pass your separate ways when you're eating from the p___ trough they're all p___ing in your plate

troubador
less is more is it in your heart to give up the floor
troubador
p___ed and poor tell me something I haven't heard before
troubador
whats the score?
standing in line with the tenderloin w____s
troubador
take a f___ing tour cuz my eyes are welling up from the last g-chord

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