Tear Us Apart

Your king of the jungle

Queen of the streets

Your environment consists

Of cold wet concrete

The streets are veins

We are the blood

Flowing and pumping

Thru your jungle abroad

Concrete's hardening

Like saturated fats

Struggle for us

Just to do laps

Grinding and pressure

Drives us to the end

What tears us apart

We have to mend

April 8, 1996

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