Lyrics:

Mother said I can't listen to Radio Havana, and I
Read by a flashlight late that night
On these Northside streets, try avoiding the lights
Try avoiding any type of a political fight

So alone are these new deal homes
It can't only matter what you know, but how you let your anger show

Harold Washington
In a garter-belt and stockings

Father wasn't picking sides
But dog-eared pages gave clues to the thoughts inside
The black sheep prince bowed for the crown today

Tried keeping things quiet, tried keeping things still
Tried keeping this conscience from an honest chill
Tradition settles in like rust
But the record knows, so let it show that desperate is as clever does

Harry Carey
Making sick off Clark Street