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For the Motor City
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Play ‘Rumble’ on the fringe
For the skilled not educated
Orphans on assembly lines
Uniform songs and horseless chariots
The Cold War rocket ship
Crippled and folded
Keys at The Plaza choke on dust
The crime rate is only high
When it happens to you
Immunity to community
Martha will speak
Souls are swaying
They’re leaving home
Arrested by a riot of chrome
Highland Park is decaying
And the Pioneers have no more ideas
I don’t know my geography but I know where I am
I’m in and amongst this Panzer white-wash
And the colours don’t run
Some old timer stood in line
Wheels made him question what he was doin’
The city done gone BOOM BOOM – so did he
A plant flourished from within ruin
Souls are swaying
They’re leaving home
Arrested by a riot of chrome
Paradise Alley is decaying
The Pioneers have no more ideas
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