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Well I kissed the day, I was on my way,

Through those cold gray blocks of stone.

For seventeen years, of squalor-filled tears,

A time now with innocence lost .

As the sun split the room with its rays filled with gloom,

Turnin’ all hope to despair,

The only thing left was to flee from the nest-

That was life in a tenement square.

I remember the song, where the rats sang along,

And danced for their daily bread.

While the damp washed the walls, that were twenty feet tall,

Not a child in the house was fed.

On the porter filled face of the men left no trace

Of the coin they had already spent,

While our mothers asked God, What was Hell ever for?

When you lived in a tenement square.

Grab what’s left of the coal, from the ol’ cubbyhole

These cinders need more to be a fire.

While the ghosts of the soldiers, that lived there before us

Laugh with their guns by their side.

I hear them laugh, with their guns by their sides...

Now politicians they dwell, in that forgotten hell,

Our misery’s been turned into news.

Where the fat of the land, now hog, hand-in-hand

A crime now of life was ever true.

As the sun split the room with its rays filled with gloom,

Turnin’ all hope to despair--

The only thing left, was to flee from the nest-

That was life in a tenement square…