Miguel sits at the corner store with skin like terra cotta pottery Waiting for a bus, a bus With a hat like billy jack's, a smile like freddie prinz He comes and he goes with the dust
Looking out his window world as the desert skies open up and introduce The stars that dance in space But he falls fast asleep with a dream that he keeps Underneath his pillow case
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Carry me whoever you are I'm waiting with masses for the rites of passage And wishing on a superstar
Stacy adds to her billfold and slides down a brass pole For free drinks and a bigger tip Posing from a good home that haunts when she's all alone She sheds what she cannot strip
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Show us the way, show us the way Cause we want to be loved and we want to be saved And we all want to be ok, and we all want to be ok But we don't have the means to pay And I don't have the means to pay
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Miguel sits at the corner store smoking on a cigarette He bummed off a punk in gangsta hood Stacy takes a drag and puts her hands on his back And they walk like they're holly wood
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