paroles de chanson The Outskirts of Town - Mia Dyson
On
the
outskirts
of
town
where
brutish
new
houses
rush
up
to
meet
you
On
treeless
streets,
a
freeway
wind
blowing,
no
soul
to
greet
you
Oh
hell,
it
is
here,
if
you
open
the
door
But
you
won't
feel
a
thing
if
you
shut
the
blinds
and
flick
on
the
screen
We
are
sold
If
we
work
hard
we'll
reap
the
rewards
And
we
work
hard
and
never
look
up
But
the
hard
work
is
never
enough
In
the
sight
of
the
mansion
at
night
Windows
glowing
behind
high
fences
bright
And
down
in
the
alleys
the
cardboard
house
They
put
up
a
fight
Maggie's
on
the
bus
to
her
2nd
job
in
the
city
sweeping
up
How
many
breaths,
how
many
hours
just
to
keep
up
We
are
sold
If
we
work
hard
we'll
reap
the
rewards
And
we
work
hard
and
never
look
up
But
the
hard
work
is
never
enough
Can
we
do
what
we
love
Can
we
do
what
we
love
Can
we
do
what
we
love
and
love
what
we
do
Can
we
do
what
we
love
and
love
what
we
do
Can
we
do
what
we
love
Can
we
love
Can
we
love
Can
we
love
We
are
sold
If
we
work
hard
we'll
reap
the
rewards
And
we
work
hard
and
never
look
up
But
the
hard
work
is
never
enough
Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.