The Fear On Short Avenue

A black Chrysler rolling down the street  
looking like a haunted house,  
someone's getting a lesson in pottery  
I swear did I hear a howl?  
 
Cause this town has been damned for 108 pages  
and it doesn't seem like much will change,  
summer turns to autumn and autumn turns to winter  
but the crows still circulate the same.  
   
A black Chrysler rolling down the street
wet and dark just like the rainy ground
this day is bound for nothing than more misery
the squeaking breaks pontificate the sound.
  
There's been long since this place has seen a sunny day
but there's many more eclipses to come
Cause these streets resembles the 11 stages of hell
And the older you are the deeper down.

A black Chrysler's speeding down the inner street
resembling just what he won't get,  
what he'll get is a 45 in his neck and no worthy place to rest.  
   
Cause this place has been condemned on 7 fatal cases  
but the witnesses chose to refrain,  
Because evil knows no boundaries and fear seems to know this    
that's why it stays the same.