Emerald Street — Alexisonfire

Pregnant teens on the Barton street bus Hard-up people living off crust And there’s a beat-up town car - it’s starting to ruse Hard soles are kicking up dust Half a million people living in the corpse of the brown brick 50’s To the north, all the small town outcasts are now big city bourgeoisie

All the boys in the halfway houses Wave to the girls of Emerald Street

Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick - but we hold on We’ll never falter, though they want us to slip - we hold on

The desperate, downtown stealing bikes Drunks in the village are picking fights

So, police like the streets to read them their rights No controlling hot summer nights The sun goes down on the edge of town, at the end of everyday We sit and watch the stacks, on fire, to the east across the bay

All the boys in the halfway houses Wave to the girls of Emerald Street

Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick - but we hold on We’ll never falter, though they want us to slip - we hold on

There’s something in the church belfry On the corner of Victoria and king And it screams out into the night It sings this city’s plight

All the boys in the halfway houses Wave to the girls of Emerald Street

Our calloused fingers, blood red on the brick - but we hold on We’ll never falter, though they want us to slip - we hold on