Stockyard Stoics - Not For Sale lyrics

There's boozy bores with c**aine sores Pumped up junked up society who*es Credit cards in old man bars Guys jacking off in subway cars Swilling shilling system villians Shallow sharks gonna make a k**ing Wife beating soul eating Cheating's only fair We live in a big city Take a look around We live in a big city Just like any other town There's backstabbing tongues flapping Last gasp no cla** a** grabbing Lechery and treachery Lobotomy won't set you free No good low down slippery eels Push dirty deals and tasty snacks The dogs are snapping at your heels You're falling through the cracks We live in a big city Take a look around We live in a big city Just like any other town You best get running from the time you hit the ground There's a man on the street wants a bite to eat He's got a pain in his brain and sores on his feet Policeman turns his head annoyed And the wide-eyed tourist takes a polaroid Now the man on the street screams bloody hell And the papers want to know what he's got to sell While the folks on the street just walk on by They know his story well They know the reason why We live in a big city Take a look around We live in a big city Just like any other town You best get running from the time you hit the ground There's a man on the street wants a bite to eat He's got a pain in his brain and sores on his feet Politicians turn their heads away From the moan and the groan of the mounting fray Now the man on the street screams bloody hell And the I.S.O. wants him to join their cell And the papers want to know what he's got to sell But some things aren't for sale Never have been never will