"Word and Deed"

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l like to know that this town is cold,
While it keeps me full and strong,
Sleek with pride and growing hope,
Yet still and weak as a frail, tiny pope.

I like to know that there's nothing I need,
Cause there's no one left in this town,
Whose mouth is dry,
And whose belly is full,
Cause there's no one left in this town,
Where days are short, 
And nights are strong,
While I've been cheating all along.

Trampled by this pounding steed,
Finished off by word and deed,
Trampled by this youthful need,
Broken down by word and deed.

That's where this town is old,
That's how this town is cold,
That's why this town is crime,
Why I've been cheating all the time.