Kids in the Way Last day of 1888 Lyrics:
Crowded streets and the memories of all the faces
you see You don't know who I am when you're
looking at me

Hang me tonight in the false and jaded light In
the center of the square, murder's breeding in the
air We're all innocent. The shadow's playing with
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our eyes

Sharpened tongues and the loaded guns of all the
fortunate sons You're the jack, back in black,
ripping air from our lungs.

I'd cut my heart out of my chest and attach it to
my sleeve If I thought you'd think differently of
me.
Lyrics: Last day of 1888, Kids in the Way [end]