Lyrics:

Going down a dirty inner city side road **lf**I plotted**lf**Madness passed me by, she smiled hi**lf**I nodded**lf**Looked up as the sky began to cry**lf**She shot it.**lf**Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o''clock this morn**lf**A cold fact**lf**Asked about her bag, suburbia''s such a drag**lf**Won''t go back**lf**''Cos Papa don''t allow no new ideas here**lf**And now he sees the news, but the picture''s not too clear.**lf**Mama, Papa, stop **lf**Treasure what you got**lf**Soon you may be caught**lf**Without it**lf**The curfew''s set for eight**lf**Will it ever all be straight**lf**I doubt it.**lf**7 jealous fools playing by her rules **lf**Can''t believe her **lf**He feels so in between, can''t break the scene **lf**It would grieve her **lf**And that''s the reason why he must cry**lf**He''ll never leave her. **lf**Crooked children, yellow chalk**lf**writing on the concrete walk **lf**Their King died **lf**Drinking from a Judas cup, **lf**looking down but seeing up **lf**Sweet red wine**lf**''Cos Papa don''t allow no new ideas here **lf**And now you hear the music**lf**but the words don''t sound too clear.**lf**Mama, Papa, stop **lf**Treasure what you got**lf**Soon you may be caught**lf**Without it**lf**The curfew''s set for eight**lf**Will it ever all be straight**lf**I doubt it.**lf**Going down a dusty, Georgian side road**lf**I wonder**lf**The wind splashed in my face**lf**can smell a trace**lf**Of thunder.