Rough Trade

"Rough Trade"

They're gonna let me stay
I'm not an orphan on the street no more
They're gonna let me stay
No longer husteling the streets or in the weeklies no more

Hey it can be hard
Living under the watchful eye of the man
Surveilance everywhere
When ya live with three kingpins
You're singing a song so high

Hey it can be fun
Living in a compound
Electronica the sound
Booming everywhere amid the smell of hotrails
And emptiness all the same
I want out of the rough trade

There's gotta be a way
To escape the rough trade
There's gotta be a way
To escape the rough trade

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