You'll Get Yours Aplenty - Blaze Foley

The skies are full of dirt and gray

The city’s kids come out to play

Running in the broken glass

From old deserted windows

Dollar winos fill the streets

The poolroom music’s soulful beat

Engulfs the gray and dirty air

In inner city limits

Children run in hopeless heat

Long the dirty junkie streets

Women sell themselves to men

Through ruthless mediators

The sidewalk cracks are deep and wide

The children kneel to look inside

For pennies, maybe nickels

Dropped in passing

They live their 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 land

You hold them down when you can’t stand

One of these day’s you’ll get yours aplenty

One of these day’s you’ll get yours aplenty

One of these day’s you’ll get yours aplenty