LIVING ON THE FRINGES

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A wild child behind each door
A million men for every whore
Up three flights with a key that sticks
The feverish bettors and the longshot romantics
Garment center, immigrant Atlantis
Land of skaters, breakers, streetwise kings
Goodbye to a city that died and went to heaven.

There they go living on the fringes
Here and there living on the fringes
There they go living on the fringes.

Old West Side ladies in dairy restaurants
Walking talking arm in arm
The dancing babies housed in convents
The stay at home that pay no never mind
Here we have the heartless
Here we have the helpless
Standing in the doorways freezing in the nights
Goodbye to a city that died and went to heaven.

There they go living on the fringes.
Here and there living on the fringes
There they go living on the fringes.

The backseat bankers in their towncars
Ride unseen they keep their windows dark
Downtown drunks on steaming August sidewalks
Souls in transit sleeping in the parks
Here we have the heartless
Here we have the helpless
Standing in the doorways
Freezing in the nights
Goodbye to a city that died and went to heaven.

There they go living on the fringes
Here and there living on the fringes
There they go living on the fringes.