Me and JavinShouted slogans in SpanishnLike it was our world to winnThen they moved the plant nDown to OjedanTime to bite your tongue againnnI've seen the fabled citynAnd its streets are paved with goldnBut an iron fence runs 'round itnAnd its iron gate is closednnWhat ain't right ain't rightnHe told menBut something else passed behind his eyesnNow he's downtown on his kneesnWashing floors for somebodynAnd quietly biding his timennI've seen the fabled citynAnd its streets are paved with goldnBut an iron fence runs round itnAnd its iron gate is closednnAt the gas stationnOn Sunset and CrescentnI met an angel sad and oldnShe lived in the alleynBehind the marketnIn the shadows maybe hidden from the LordnAnd for a dollarnShe sang a songnThat sounded more like a prayernA wish that her dead mother and fathernCouldn't look down and see her therennI've seen the fabled citynAnd its streets are paved with goldnBut an iron fence runs round itnAnd its iron gate is closednnOn the wire outside my windownThere sit 100 swallowsnAnd I suspect that if one flewnThe 99 would follow