Waterfront Weirdos Songtext

We are the misfits with a broken horizon
Like Keats or Hemingway, survive with poets defiance
Christmas at the Martinique grieving for a home
Three generations tough it out on the big street all alone...

Rank of the privileged on the evening commute
Don't want to be bothered, don't want to be used booming in suburbia, shuttle's on the way
A beggar asks for money. It's a dollar you don't want to pay

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