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No, this is not what we wanted

Yes, this is all that we’ve got

Listen to the streets in this town

And you’ll hear a plea for dignity in a life without

It’s near midnight on Saturday Night

These sad clowns will chatter till Sunday morning light

We’re common. We’re desperate.

We’ll do this our own way

We grew up strong in these humble streets

We worked all week and we’re drinking tonight

There’s no end in sight in these humble streets

Methamphetamine still rampant

Churches and bars are full but the library is vacant

Baby faced veterans and factory men

Singing the same jukebox songs with bottles stuck to their lips

So many children raised on welfare and T. V

It’s easy to see how the circle remains unbroken

And I am one of the lucky ones…

We’re common. We’re desperate

We’ll do this our own way

We grew up proud in these humble streets

We can work every day. Watch T.V. every night

There’s no end in sight in these humble streets

But I’m just singing my cheap white boy blues

When I get back home I’ll be drinking right next to you

We’re Common. We’re Desperate

I’ll do this my own way

Wherever I may roam this is where I remain

And I belong to these humble streets

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