Ain't Gonna Be Lyrics

Six AM better fix your watch
City scum floor the streets
Radio's dead and the Babylon saints must feed
The whores don't play in the danger zone
Coppers on the beat
And there ain't no love
in the heart of the street

Dimestore hood at the deli store
sellin' dreams for cheap
He's gonna fix you good
With a hole in your arm & pocket
Taken ya down with a shot of sugar
Mercy at his feet
And the candystore ain't what it used to be
Red and white
Norma James Dean
Candy stripes, American dream
Black and white, god & country
Stars and stripes
Ain't gonna be