Neat houses side by side, in a row, newly brushed teeth, 
in a row. There's nowhere to go, but to follow that 
pretty street, with no turning, nothing's burning, cool 
basswood green gardens, where dogs guarding just to keep, 
to keep you out of there. 

City of evil people from your past. You didn't know where 
else to go. Oh, no. 

They notice how you move, and they know, all about you 
now, even more, always know much more, than you know 
sugar on their tongue, slowly melting and it keeps, it 
keeps their bodies warm. 

City of evil people from your past. You didn't know where 
else to go. Oh, no. 

Once again you're big and blond, dull and dumb, those 
things are cut in stone, as you know there's nowhere to 
go, but to follow that pretty street and that strange 
beat, when you heart, is counting every step, every smile 
that you smile, to people that you meet.