[Verse 1]
Now I don't disagree
It's a hell of a scene
Jackson Square dropouts
Avoiding police
If the '80s were tough
The '90s were mean
All that was left for the desperate
Were these fast cash machines
That easy money
Never helped anything
With that kind of juice
Man, it ain't worth the squeeze
But month by month
I feel a change in the breeze
So stop moving on
Make your own history
[Chorus]
If you want me to boil it down
All you cynical bastards
Get outta town now
If you want me to boil it down
All you cynical bastards
Move a little faster
[Verse 2]
Some people can't shake
The weight of the past
Some people's hearts
Remain at half-mast
It's downtown
Where it all intersects
Some came from the mountain
College kids from the west
And not every suit lies
Right through their teeth
There's good and there's bad
And there's some in between
As I wait for the bus
Coming from the east
There's generations of pride
And yeah, elbow grease!
[Chorus]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh!)
[Verse 3]
I understand
If it's all a bit much
It's a bit of a circus
It's a little bit rough
I heard this place (ooh, ooh)
Was run by the mob (ooh, ooh)
Buying everyone off (ooh, ooh)
Down at city hall (ooh, ooh)
And those Oakville moms
They stick up their nose
Those Burlington dads
Keep their daughters at home
If you're the kind with nothing to say
You heard about this party
But you're praying for rain
[Chorus] (x2)
[Outro]
Move a little faster (x4)
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