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Another day of life, I was drifting off in thought
But I can't escape this nightmare very long.
Young girls flag the johns who troll the block in circles,
Waiting for their moment to take the plunge.
All of us crossing paths.
We're all in the same place but it seems
We're living in parallel worlds.
I try to imagine the predator's stinking breath,
His body against mine, the foulness when he's spent.
All of us passing by.
Somewhere in the alleys of our minds
We all have our secret worlds.
Some are haunted by memories,
Some have an impulse to be cruel,
And they're watching intently
To see who they can use.
You don't know who's a freak,
And on this street they're out here lurking all the time.
Amidst the swirling snow I saw a friend out jonesing and cold,
She was pacing and waiting alone for an unknown.
I guess that life has taken its toll.
The vultures circle close.
At any moment we might slip and fall.
The jackals are waiting, waiting for us all.
But I can't escape this nightmare very long.
Young girls flag the johns who troll the block in circles,
Waiting for their moment to take the plunge.
All of us crossing paths.
We're all in the same place but it seems
We're living in parallel worlds.
I try to imagine the predator's stinking breath,
His body against mine, the foulness when he's spent.
All of us passing by.
Somewhere in the alleys of our minds
We all have our secret worlds.
Some are haunted by memories,
Some have an impulse to be cruel,
And they're watching intently
To see who they can use.
You don't know who's a freak,
And on this street they're out here lurking all the time.
Amidst the swirling snow I saw a friend out jonesing and cold,
She was pacing and waiting alone for an unknown.
I guess that life has taken its toll.
The vultures circle close.
At any moment we might slip and fall.
The jackals are waiting, waiting for us all.
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Todd Kowalski: From the walk to my house to where we’re jamming, I have to walk past young, young girls – some of them seem like they’re 13 or 14 – and they’re prostitutes. Even in the middle of the day, you can see old men picking them up. They’re not all little kids; one of them is a friend of mine who’s on drugs. I was already writing a song about it and then, in that period, a lot of girls just disappeared. It’s something like 80 missing or murdered women in Manitoba alone. They’re not all prostitutes but it’s so dangerous. From the very corner where those girls are, a couple went missing in that time.
As soon as we were done recording, one girl was found in a garbage bag, after sitting there, murdered, for months. And then the snow thawed. And the very next day, all of those other girls were all still out there. It’s so dangerous and scary, but their situation is such that people are still putting them out there, even when there’s a serial killer in the neighbourhood, which there was. So the song’s about how dangerous it is for them and how predatory some people are, who will prey on you. There’s some people who’d have no problem just throwing us down a 2,000-foot hole in a mine to dig gold for them for 25 cents if they could get away with it.
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