You'll get yours aplenty

Blaze Foley

AmThe skies are full of dirt and gray
GCity's kids come out to play
AmRunning in the broken glass
GFrom old deserted Amwindows

AmDollar winos fill the streets
GPoolroom music's soulful beat
AmEngulfs the gray and dirty air
GIn the inner city Amlimits


Children run in hopeless heaps
Along the dirty junkie streets
Where women sell themselves to men
Through ruthless mediators

AmSidewalk cracks deep and wide
GThe children kneel to look inside
AmFor pennies maybe
Gnickels dropped in Ampassing

They live the lives like others past
The winos drink, the pimps sell ass
Little girls ten years ago
Are older now by twenty

Social change is still just talk
The things you see in urban walks
Should make you sick and lose your lunch
Inside your high rise diners

Make the laws, you own the man
You hold him down where you can stand
One of these days you'll get yours aplenty
One of these days you'll get yours aplenty
One of these days you'll get yours aplenty …