the district

the district (1989)
copyright 1989 - stu judd

close the gates demos

you hear the sounds of the city...the sound of the city
witness the fall of a generation...

all is quiet in the rear...as the door slams
you can hear the engines...rumble
a naked girl cries out from her window...screams
and the blind man hears, but doesn't answer
and the coke man walks down the street, yeah...uncontested
somewhere out there, another kid falls...falls
chorus
the is the town we call the district
it's the capital city u.s.a
we've gotta change our way of livin'
but mayor b smokes crack cocaine...hell yeah

fire rages in a wastecan, through the alleyway
me n the outcasts drink and smoke
an ambulance races down central avenue...exhausted
as it reaches the wrong address
prostitutes parade around the backstreets...hey baby
and stop the policemen for a date...hey
chorus
welcome weary travelers
come, don't mind the beggars
(ya got a dime to spare? i'll show you to your doom...)
will this be crack or credit?
chorus
but mayor b does not agree..and again...yeah
chorus - irie!
somebody...somebody help
somebody...stop stop stop stop...