Greg MacPherson - Kingston lyrics
[Greg MacPherson - Kingston lyrics]
I came back from a year in Kingston
Holding on and pushing away
Saying, "Everything here looks so small now"
And "Didn’t anybody ever change?"
They’ll teach away all of your graces
Tell you that the odds are stacked
I came home from a year of guilt and fear
And figured I’d be going back
I came home from a year in Kingston
I had malevolence on my mind
The car door hadn’t even closed
When I cut the old man down to size
I tried to find a job
But I couldn’t find a job
I tried to put it all in the past
Better safe than sorry, I was young
You know the story
Pretty soon it all just crashеd
When they call the cops up
On еasy street
They shut the whole city down
To beat their chests and make arrests
In this two bit, one horse town
I wonder when my luck ran out on me?
I know I wasn’t born bad
I’ve been beat down
I never had a chance
And I made the most of what I had
Put your finger anywhere on the atlas
Somebody’s there living hard
From the uranium mine to
The soup kitchen line
Or right here in our own back yard
There’s whole towns made of stainless-steel
And people that are made of gold
Some of us are living just to stay alive
And some of us never get old
Come on everybody we can all get some
Holding on and pushing away
Saying, "Everything here looks so small now"
And "Didn’t anybody ever change?"
They’ll teach away all of your graces
Tell you that the odds are stacked
I came home from a year of guilt and fear
And figured I’d be going back
I came home from a year in Kingston
I had malevolence on my mind
The car door hadn’t even closed
When I cut the old man down to size
I tried to find a job
But I couldn’t find a job
I tried to put it all in the past
Better safe than sorry, I was young
You know the story
Pretty soon it all just crashеd
When they call the cops up
On еasy street
They shut the whole city down
To beat their chests and make arrests
In this two bit, one horse town
I wonder when my luck ran out on me?
I know I wasn’t born bad
I’ve been beat down
I never had a chance
And I made the most of what I had
Put your finger anywhere on the atlas
Somebody’s there living hard
From the uranium mine to
The soup kitchen line
Or right here in our own back yard
There’s whole towns made of stainless-steel
And people that are made of gold
Some of us are living just to stay alive
And some of us never get old
Come on everybody we can all get some