toasters - underground town lyrics
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there’s a family, they’re selling shoes
skinny white kid playin’ the blues
crazy lady cursin’ the air
tired suits just sit and stare
there’s a body there on the floor
bunch of kids keep holding the door
nervous nun clutches a bag
shakes her head at the man in drag
in the underground town
ridin’ on the subway
in new york city
underground town
it’s where i want to be
step inside and watch your feet
catch the ‘f’ on bleecker street
every language known on earth
you will get your money’s worth
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