This song was inspired by David Simon's book, The Corner, about the author's experiences engaging with residents living in a Baltimore neighborhood struggling with issues of poverty and drugs.
John Grant - guitars
Afya Evans - supporting vocals
Lyrics
Stuck here like some Crazy Glue
In this cursed place of doom
These city blocks feel six foot under
Give me a shovel
I’ll dig my grave oh
I’m sure to get there soon
Born and bred to die in squalor
Dropped here like some absent mind
Can't conceive of no tomorrow
There’s just today I’m just a blast away
Just from getting through
It is what it is
There’s a light across the highway
‘Nough to help us see the dark
But there ain’t no rising ‘bove this alley
'Less we rise on the other side
Of that mercy cross
It is what it is
If there be eyes beyond here
Look this way
Over here