Ginger Llama - Downtown Lyrics

Imagine a place that nobody goes where the old and the young don't come home
Where the untreated die alone and the people don't meet they remain at home
The thoughts don't matter and the votes don't count but there ain't no way that you're getting out

Now imagine a guy who doesn't care but rules this pace with the flick of his hair
And the people abide just out of downright fear and just about get by with their drugs and beer

(It goes on and on and on)
(It goes on and on and on)

Imagine a place that nobody goes where the old and the young don't come home
Where the untreated die alone and the people don't meet they remain at home
The thoughts don't matter and the votes don't count but there ain't no way that you're getting out

Now imagine a guy who doesn't care but rules this pace with the flick of his hair
And the people abide just out of downright fear and just about get by with their drugs and beer

Is this the place I call home
Is this the place I call home
Is this the place I call home
Is this the place I call home
Is this the place I call home
Is this the place I call home
Is this the place I call home
Is this the place I call home