Letra de Emerald Street
Pregnant teens on the Barton Street bus Homeless people living off crust And there's a beat-up town car - it's starting to rust Hard soles are kicking up dust Half a million people living in the corpse of the brown brick 50's To the north, all the small town outcasts are now the big city bourgeoisieAll the boys in the halfway houses Wave to the girls of Emerald StreetOur calloused fingers, blood red on the brick - but we hold on We'll never falter, though they want us to slip - we hold onThe desperate, downtown stealing bikes Drunks in the village are picking fightsSo, police line the streets to read them their rights No controlling hot summer nights The sun goes down on the edge of town, at the end of everyday We sit and watch the stack, on fire, to the east across the bayAll the boys in the halfway houses Wave to the girls of Emerald StreetOur calloused fingers, blood red on the brick - but we hold on We'll never falter, though they want us to slip - we hold onThere's something in the church belfry At the corner of Victoria and King And it screams out into the night It sings this city's plightAll the boys in the halfway houses Wave to the girl on Emerald StreetOur calloused fingers, blood red on the brick - but we hold on We'll never falter, though they want us to slip - we hold on -->