Down By the Old Arcade
It's a play school for the drop-outs
When they're hiding from the sun
You can blow your best pal’s head off
with a red plastic gun
It's a city for a young ’un
All neon green and blue
The music's always foreign
Just as awful as the food
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But it's easy to be easy
When you're runnin’ from your fate
We'll shoot up all our money
Down by the old arcade
Old Mikey cleans the pool hall
His young wife works the bar
And sometimes if we're lucky
We drink The Larry under the stars
My Sally loves 'Speed Racer'
She laps me every time
I cannot say I love her
But I can say she is mine
CHORUS
Yeah, it's easy to be easy
When you're runnin’ from your fate
We'll shoot up all our money
Down by the old arcade
This life that we are living
Can be fixed with a coin
But that coin is worth damn nothing
If it gives you no joy
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