They put it in the papers
All the time
How it’s not the same
As it was
No fucking kidding
What is?
What’s the same
As it was
Thirty, forty years later?
The Pyramids?
The Grand Canyon?
The Ocean?
Even the oceans aren’t the same
They’re rising
Read a book
Fucking A
The Hill’s changing, so what?
All for the better?
Things don’t change for the better
Things don’t change for the better
In ways you recognize
My wife gets a new hairdo
You think I notice?
No
Does that mean I don’t like it?
No
Maybe she gets a haircut I don’t like
Then I notice
Maybe if I don’t notice
It means things are good
That’s how it is with my wife’s head
Why should the Hill
Be any different?
I like the new activity
I don’t like the crime, obviously
But there’s always been crime
That’s just part of the culture
The only thing that’s changed
Is who the crime is happening to
Nobody cared when their uncle
Was beating the shit out of somebody
So long as they nice and tucked in
A few blocks away
And nobody was going to bother them
And sometimes even then
People bothered them
Because maybe some people
Didn’t like your uncle so much
People tell the story
The way they want
To tell the story
This one’s a hero
And that one was a sweetheart
And this one went with all the boys
And there’s where you used to get soda pop
For a penny
Fuck all that
How do you know you can trust
The people telling you all this, huh?
You don’t
My sister lives near the Armory
And she used to be terrified
To leave her house
She’s still terrified
But now when she leaves
I’m not terrified
So that’s something, right?
When I was a kid
My best friend
Had an aunt
Who lived out in the woods
No people around
And one night
Three guys broke into her house
Tied her up
And left her there
For three days
Before somebody found her
She could have died
Cause of some maniacs
Surprised they didn’t kill her
And you want me to be thinking about--
Oh, aren’t you scared
Of where you live?
We should all be scared
To be alive
Period
There’s no such thing as safe
No matter where you are
So sometimes living in the fire
Is better than living
Next to it
Don’t you think?
Weird way of looking at it
But that’s how I look at things
That’s how you don’t drive yourself crazy
And sometimes you go crazy anyway
Nothing you can do
Nothing you can do about that
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