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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.