Mia Dyson - The Outskirts of Town Lyrics
On the outskirts of town where brutish new houses rush up to meet youOn treeless streets, a freeway wind blowing, no soul to greet youOh hell, it is here, if you open the doorBut you won’t feel a thing if you shut the blinds and flick on the screenWe are soldIf we work hard we’ll reap the rewardsAnd we work hard and never look upBut the hard work is never enoughIn the sight of the mansion at nightwindows glowing behind high fences brightAnd down in the alleys the cardboard housethey put up a fightMaggie’s on the bus to her 2nd job in the city sweeping upHow many breaths, how many hours just to keep upWe are soldIf we work hard we’ll reap the rewardsAnd we work hard and never look upBut the hard work is never enoughCan we do what we loveCan we do what we loveCan we do what we love and love what we doCan we do what we love and love what we doCan we do what we loveCan we loveCan we loveCan we loveWe are soldIf we work hard we’ll reap the rewardsAnd we work hard and never look upBut the hard work is never enough
