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Me and Javi shouted slogans in Spanish

like it was our world to win

Then they moved the plant down to Ojeda

Time to bite your tongue again



I’ve seen the fabled city

Its streets are paved with gold

But an iron fence runs ’round it

and its iron gate is closed



“What ain’t right, ain’t right,” he told me

But something else passed behind his eyes

Now he’s downtown on his knees

washing floors for somebody and quietly biding his time



I’ve seen the fabled city

Its streets are paved with gold

But an iron fence runs ’round it

and its iron gate is closed



At the gas station on Sunset and Crescent

I met an angel sad and old

She lived in the alley behind the market

In the shadows, maybe hidden from the Lord

And for a dollar she sang a song

that sounded more like a prayer

A wish that her dead mother and father

couldn’t look down and see her there



I’ve seen the fabled city

Its streets are paved with gold

But an iron fence runs ‘round it

and its iron gate is closed



On the wire outside my window

there sit 100 swallows

And I suspect that if one flew

then 99 would follow


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