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We’re All the Same

Waiting on the corner for the lights to change some time to think
A prostitute with worn out legs, a waste of eggs, gives me a wink
A man is playing drums upon a bucket and a kitchen sink
I don’t know where I’m going now, but somewhere new like York or Orleans

Casinos take donations, if you’re willing, in the form of dough
And you can see the greedy, mouths foaming standing in a row
Wild wide-eyed smiles, lusting animals on every throw
They all come out, their tail between their knees, a once held high head hung low

Pretty people, ugly people
We’re all the same
No matter how poor the people, rich the people
We’re all the same
Beautiful we all are, but we don’t see it, what a shame

Thinking theoried thoughts about infinity and what’s beyond
And waiting for some answers walking circles round a frozen pond
And back out on the streets, the smart ones chuckle as the dumb get conned
And watch how all the men turn after passing polished long legged blonde

Pretty people, ugly people
We’re all the same
No matter how poor the people, rich the people
We’re all the same

Pretty people, ugly people
We’re all the same
No matter how slow the people, quick the people
We’re all the same
The answers are all there, but we don’t see them, what a shame

 

Words And Music By Casey Shea.  All Rights Reserved.