Story Behind The Song

Larry wrote this after watching the aftermath of Kitrina.

Song Description

the rich have moved away and left the poor and sick to live in second cities that are all but forgotten. New Orleans is an example.

Lyrics

SECOND CITIES

Well I road last night through the second city,
It looked bombed out and the people weren?t pretty.
Horror and violence painted on the face,
Of each little child who moves through this place.
And the middle class can?t understand.
Why this ghetto youth has a gun in his hand,
He loafs all day and runs and robs at night,
It?s his only way to exist in his plight.
See he never learned to read, he can?t write,
But he can run and rob through the night.

Well I rode last night through the second city,
It looked bombed out and the people weren?t pretty,
Horror and violence painted on the face,
Of each little child who moves through this place.

I rode last night through your desperate land,
Where TV?s king and images command,
On the tube no one works, everything is free,
So shooting stars are formed by sets galaxy.
The privileged are gone, they all moved away,
To leave this second city in decay,
There?s no role models to follow anywhere,
There?s no one to respect, there?s no one to care. ?No one to care

Well I rode last night through the second city,
It looked bombed out and the people weren?t pretty,
Horror and violence painted on the face,
Of each little child who moves through this place
---Last night I rode through the second city ?and it was all gray

Well I rode last night through the second city,
It looked bombed out and the people weren?t pretty,
Horror and violence painted on the face,
Of each little child who moves through this place

Well I rode last night through the second city,
It looked bombed out and the people weren?t pretty,
Horror and violence painted on the face,
Of each little child who moves through this place

It was so sad but just look away watch it fade away
Second city second city