Cleaners From Venus - A street called prospect

[Verse 1]
She's drifting by the place where she pawned her rings
Stepping out the way of the skateboard kings
Tomorrow could be sweet
And she's living on a street called prospect
A girl of many aims
And the beat box bums are working relay teams
Like a blacksmith customizing noisy boys' dreams
And the old men tap their feet
'Cause they're living on a street called prospect

[Chorus 1]
And there's a brown stone church with a cracked bell ringing
Where the boys learn boxing and the girls learn singing
Where the good take the cloth and the fallen join the game
Before they burn out so briefly like an insect in the flame

[Verse 2]
The Lone Ranger buys a drink for old Saint John
He says, "Been some time since the cavalry's gone"
Then his voice begins to crack
'Cause they're never coming back to prospect
And nothing's going on
And then the sunlight splinters in a cloud of dust
'Cause it's the devil's flour now, the mill's gone bust
And you don't give up your seat
When the bus goes down the street called prospect

[Chorus 2]
And reason's never sweet, and ambition isn't choosy
When politeness is a blade, and assertion is a Uzi
The poor get angry and the rich make hate
And your youth is like a dog rose, only blossoms for a day

[Verse 3]
They say they're going mining in the parking lot
It's down to metal and to minerals but they won't say what
Then they're shaky on their feet
When they get back on the street called prospect
Like burnouts on parade
So love me now and leave me 'cause I'm going away
I only got a ticket for a very short stay
And should we ever meet
Well, it's best not on a street called prospect

[Outro - Scatting]