The rats ran around on rough side but they were the human kind
By day they slept uncertain sleep, at night they fooled the blind
Reality, their enemy, the bottle was their friend
Living on hope and charity and all providence could send.
He was dragged up on rough side where a curse is nothing worth
It's just the common currency you inherit with your birth
And hopeless, numb frustration was usual everyday
Everyone accepted it as the price you had to pay.
Too sensitive and gentle to wheel and deal his way
Music was his main release in a world where might held sway
He crept across to smooth side, on the soft side of the tracks
Where mothers practice suicide and fill the holes with cracks.
She was raised to be a princess, he was born to be a thief
They met one night at Maxie's where they went for some relief
In the coloured heat she looked at him, he could feel her burning stare
On shaking legs he walked to her through the clinging neon air.
They sat down at a table that was vacant near the door
The words they spoke were meaningless, the silence meant much more
His heart beat madly through his chest, she was breathing soft and slow
Her hand reached out to cloak his own as the night-time covers snow.
An hour passed or maybe more they were not counting time
But others noticed and they saw this wordless pantomime
The table was surrounded and angry words were spoke
He was told to go before the show became more than a joke.
Out of time and out of place, he had no just defence
He was caught and captured on the wrong side of the fence
The pounding of the music matched the beating of his brain
As ice-cold chills and mortal fear flowed freely through his veins.
He looked at her, she looked at him, he didn't know what to do
He was as caged and lonely as an animal in the zoo
He felt the empty bottle like a statement in his hand
And raised himself to make a point he didn't understand.
An angry answer struck him down as he was halfway to his feet
He felt his confidence cave in and already felt defeat
He could feel her eyes upon him, indifferent and cold
It's just the price you have to pay for getting far too bold.
He crept back down to rough side and licked his aching wounds
He slept that night on broken springs while hearing shattered tunes
He dreamt of blood and sweet revenge and woke up far too soon
And cursed his hopeless destiny beneath a waning moon.
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