Out of the alleysnOn needle-strewn fieldsnInto the sunlightnThe brochures revealnLike snakes come for rabbitsnAnd rabbits for mealsnWhere the ore and the axe fliesnnWell this is our story (stick to it!)nBut it ain't the truthnCuz the truth's just for liarsnThat need an excusenAround here love's a gangsternAnd charity's the brutenWhere God deals on SundaysnUnder a brain burning roofnnIt's 5 blocks of universenAnd aliens for reachnLike invisible ghettosnOf privledge and griefnAnd we end up between themnThe carrion fliesnLiving off skeletonsnRecycled liesnnThis is the place we find outnWell this is the way we find outnnWe all live downtownnPay 12.50, no parkingnLive with a clownnStep over ourselvesnWe all live downtownnPaying blood, no parkingnSleep on the groundnStep over ourselvesnWe all live downtownnWe all die downtownnStep over ourselves (over ourselves)nWe all live downtownnWe all die downtownnStep over ourselves (over ourselves)nStep over ourselvesnWe all live downtownnWe all die downtownnStep over ourselves (over ourselves)nStep over ourselvesnnWell this is our story (stick to it!)nBut it ain't the truthnCuz the truth's just for liarsnThat need an excusenFor a King crown a bankernThe Queen crowned a noosenLike heirs to a graveyardnWhere the dirt's always loosennIt's 5 blocks of universenAnd aliens for reachnLike invisible ghettosnOf privelege and griefnAnd we end up between themnThe carrion fliesnPicking off skeletonsnUnder a big northern skynnThis is the place you find outnYeah this is the way you find outnnWe all live downtownnWe all die downtownnStep over ourselvesnStep over ourselves