Your mind's doing time
Being on the front line
Digging through the grime
Head full of crime
Big and small time
Through the grease and the slime
From summer to springtime
Head full of crime
Eye of the beholder
The body's getting colder
Conspiracies in back rooms
Shady deals in bathrooms
City wide corruption
Peace of mind destruction
Bribery, intimidation
Bargaining and litigation
Preserving all the history
Uncovering the mysteries
Of vice of sin of avarice
Of villains so cankerous
Or just wrong men
Wrong place wrong time
When circumstances
They decline
To hold it all inside your head
The living cruel and victims dead
Does it just corrupt your soul?
Descending in the darkest hole
Wherever do you find the power
To spend time in the darkest hours?
You shine a light on society
And it will not be lost on me
For all the places you have gone
I write for you this humble song.