Lyrics:
Dillinger Four Midwestern Songs For The Americas

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

I was just a kid when I found out how cruel the world could be Faded pictures from forgotten times of endless misery I lit a candle but I could not know

I light another as the city goes grey Face the whirlwind with a polite smile Resist the motion of sef righteous crusades Some of the others live for deprivation

no free drinks in hell? I'm neither a poet nor a babysitter But I got a guitar and a way to kill an hour now I got no fucking pity for the fools who broke

If good behavior means a two-year show Other cons are talking about me now, they call me the kid And the judge who sent me up made a good impression For

It's all wrinkled elbow shirts and poker faces on this bus Back to a nitch dug just like a ditch in this city's weathered crust but there's something

guaranteed Is compassion just a second thought of hope brought to it's knees Can dignity see fit to work past all it doesn't want to see? Seven guns for degradation Three cheers for