Song parody of
Emerald Street
by Alexisonfire
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Pregnant teens on the Barton street bus
Homeless people living off crust
And there's a beat-up town car, it's starting to rust
Hard soles are kicking up dust
Half a million people living in the corpse of the brown brick 50's
To the north, all the small town outcasts are now big city bourgeoisie
All the boys in the halfway houses
Wave to the girls of Emerald Street
Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick, but we hold on (hold on)
We'll never falter, though they want us to slip, we hold on (hold on)
The desperate, downtown stealing bikes
Drunks in the village are picking fights
So, police like the streets to read them their rights
No controlling hot summer nights
The sun goes down on the edge of town, at the end of everyday
We sit and watch the stacks on fire, to the east across the bay
All the boys in the halfway houses
Wave to the girls of Emerald Street
Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick, but we hold on (hold on)
We'll never falter, though they want us to slip, we hold on (hold on)
There's something in the church belfry
On the corner of Victoria and king
And it screams out into the night
It sings this city's plight
All the boys in the halfway houses
Wave to the girls of Emerald Street
Hold on, hold on
Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick, but we hold on (hold on)
We'll never falter, though they want us to slip, we hold on (hold on)
Pregnant teens on the Barton street bus
Homeless people living off crust
And there's a beat-up town car, it's starting to rust
Hard soles are kicking up dust
Half a million people living in the corpse of the brown brick 50's
To the north, all the small town outcasts are now big city bourgeoisie
All the boys in the halfway houses
Wave to the girls of Emerald Street
Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick, but we hold on (hold on)
We'll never falter, though they want us to slip, we hold on (hold on)
The desperate, downtown stealing bikes
Drunks in the village are picking fights
So, police like the streets to read them their rights
No controlling hot summer nights
The sun goes down on the edge of town, at the end of everyday
We sit and watch the stacks on fire, to the east across the bay
All the boys in the halfway houses
Wave to the girls of Emerald Street
Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick, but we hold on (hold on)
We'll never falter, though they want us to slip, we hold on (hold on)
There's something in the church belfry
On the corner of Victoria and king
And it screams out into the night
It sings this city's plight
All the boys in the halfway houses
Wave to the girls of Emerald Street
Hold on, hold on
Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick, but we hold on (hold on)
We'll never falter, though they want us to slip, we hold on (hold on)
