Lay me down and lay me out
Ain’t nobody left to hear these shouts
The city seems so big when you’re down
This old city of Georgetown

Chewed me up and spat me out
Took my self belief and left only doubt
Broken and alone before thirty
Soul discoloured and dirty

When they talk of the bright lights
Before you slip into those silk tights
And before you judge your home run-down
Recall my woe in Georgetown


About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at:
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