Correction Lyrics Down & Out in the Bold New City of the South (DANCEHALLHORNSOUND!!!! Remix) by Astronautalis

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The sun came in over on the building ridge
And 56 feet below, a Dominican jogs his path to death 'round paint stained block
While the chief turns on the radio and cracks a Steel Reserve
I wonder how many of last night's lovers double parked

This city swallows men
He tells me tales of places that he ran and ran from
Never ever to return again
It's funny in luck and love
You can never remember the moment you fell in
But you recall when you fell out of touch

The city's hushed, keepin' it's secrets
The sunshine is blinding, riding, hiding wrinkles and creases
Beautiful features chipped, cracked, crippled, brittled and weakened
Tragic pageant queen bleeds; soft focus keepin' her even

The city's breathing, I feel it coming awake
Every exhalation creates a gray across the skyscape
Like the sky's a looking glass and in the fog, the dirty breath left
We can etch our dreams and wipe it clean before they see

I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights
I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights

The city's rushing, picking up some steam it hits
The Chief's beat his shift till first sip
A malt liquor will bleed through lips
He flips a small piece of sh*t
Driver's license for money clip
Equipped with a face that says "Hey man look what I did"

The city's up in arms, the Chief is ravin'
Sick of taxes, sick of working
Sick of waitin', sick and tired of what the city's facin'
Enlisting ladies chased from the bottom of his history's basement
A tomb of a room caked in cobwebs, odds and ends and missing faces

This city's built a head of steam, the river shivers steadily
A poison boilin' up from beneath the lies and memories
I spent the last three months in shambles
Drunk on clouds and syphoned stars
I shook every palm left-handed
Dozing off inside the back of the bar

Woke in a party hat with streamers tossed inside my hair
My head's been ringin' out
A cigarette burns out inside my left hand
And dust the Cain and bottled cacophony off of me, standing
And blow a kiss to my chair

Unlock the deadbolt baby, I'm comin' home
You'll never see my face around here
Unlock the deadbolt baby, I'm comin' home
You'll never see my face around here

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