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SINNERS OF ST. AVENUE.

THIS IS THE END AND THE LAST OF THE UNSTOPPABLES
THE DUSK OF THE DAY, THE 24TH HOUR OF YOU AND OF ME
NO MORE KINGS, NO MORE QUEENS, NO MORE JAMES DEANIAN DREAMS,
NO DEFIANCE OR DYLANESQUE REBELS
AIN'T NO FISTS FULL OF FURY, AIN'T NO LAST MAN BE STANDING
THEY'VE ALL BEEN , THEY'VE ALL BEEN BETRAYED

AVENUE, AVENUE
WE WERE LOVERS OF ST. AVENUE
WE WERE FIGHTERS OF ST. AVENUE
WE WERE LOSERS OF ST. AVENUE
WE WERE SINNERS OF ST. AVENUE

HERE IS THE EVE OF THE 2ND CLASS FADE AWAYS
THE BOULEVARD IS GONE, THE IRRELEVANCE HAS ROADED ITS TOLL
NO UTOPIAN HOPE, NO NIEVE, NO MORE SOUL,
NO MORE SEEING THROUGH ROSE COLOURED GLASSES
AIN'T NO FISTS FULL OF FURY, AIN'T NO LAST MAN BE STANDING
WE'VE ALL BEEN, WE'VE ALL BEEN BETRAYED

WE ARE THE RUN OF THE MILL CLASSED ZEROES
THE PORCELAIN POETS HUNGOVER ON MIDDLE CLASS BLUES
AS THE BILLBOARDED UNIVERSE FLASHED OUT HOW ARE LIVES COULD BE BEAUTIFUL
WE SOMEHOW, WE SOMEWHERE, WE SIMPLY GAVE IT AWAY
WE SOLD IT AWAY
I GAVE IT AWAY