Gottingen Street - Spirit of the West

This tumble down street’s just a run down street

Ringing with the clatter of restless feet

They’re kicking in the windows on gottingen street

Just to steal the quiet for the night

In the morning there will be no pain

Just a drug coursing through the veins

Of the ones who give and take the blame

For living on the wrong side of the tracks

Broken windows go with broken homes

Broken hearts on faces of stone

The street’s filled with people all alone

All alone and all together on gottingen street

The neon lights can’t take away

The many different shades of grey

That reach from the shadows to where children play

In gutters that run with ruin

I’m looking down from the second floor

At the sally anne and the tv store

Insurance salesmen going door to door

It looks like business is booming

See that twisted old figure used to be a man

Squeezing the juice out of lysol cans

Livin' in the doorways of shadowland

Just another extra on the set

Winter’s cruel in this part of town

The snow’s piled dirty all around

The weak fall prey with defences down

Down, down on gottingen street