Lyrics

Well, there are 16 people in Danny's apartment 16 people are living in there Remember the days of rent control Grandpa remembers rock and roll These days won't last forever These days won't last for long You know somebody somewhere owes us a favor That's how things really get done In this world of opportunities, it's a land of possibilities We wanna live in a dirty old town Building it up, tearing us down With our head in the clouds and our feet on the ground We wanna live, dirty old town Dirty old town Now when the ladies come from Kansas They wear their traditional colors Today the fabrics are ragged and torn The clothes on their backs is all that they own They say, don't draw attention to yourself They'll tear you apart for a couple of bucks Keep your head down and keep your nose clean 'Cause people who're scared do dangerous things These days can't last forever These days can't last for long You know someday things'll get better Somehow things'll get done In this world of possibilities, it's the land of opportunities We wanna live in a dirty old town Building it up, tearing us down With our head in the clouds and our feet on the ground We wanna live, dirty old town Dirty old town These days, shoes are worn only on special occasions Battles are fought for family and nations Maybe you'll pray, but God isn't home And there's no guarantee that justice be done We wanna live in a dirty old town Building it up, tearing us down With our head in the clouds and our feet on the ground We wanna live, dirty old town Dirty old town
Writer(s): David Byrne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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