These are not my people, I should never [bad word] here
The chick with the [bad word] and the gift for the gab
I know a place, I've seen the face
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory

These nights that I have been all alone
And through my window the moonlight she shone
And on my walls the fire she danced
Playing out my very last chance to
 [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] ..
Don't look back, you're moving too fast
I know a place, I've seen the face
And I'll take the high road from factory to factory

Oh yeah...

There are millions and millions of people around
On my TV, walking my streets, making sounds
And I can walk with them, I love them, I need them
But there are others I have known as poor souls, sores exposed
To [bad word] of-the-mill, the destitute and the cold
Sores exposed to the blisters and shards
Where any kind of kindness is as far as the sun
The sun...the sun...the [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] ..
I know a place, I've seen a face
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory

Oh yeah...

These are not my people, I should never [bad word] here
I know a place, I've seen a face
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory

Oh yeah...