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Lay down your burdens
Lay down your cares
The Holy Virgin
She's gonna greet you up there

With a big can of spray paint
With a big blank wall
And I can guaran-damn tee ya
There ain't no cops around at all

Graffiti Limbo
Where do you go?
Graffiti Limbo
When there ain't no justice

I only speak for myself
But the word around town
Is that something's shaking
In the underground

I only speak for myself
But the word on the street
Is that the writing's on the wall
And the cop's on the beat

I wrote this song for a man named Michael Stewart
A young black man arrested while writing graffiti
On a subway wall in New York City
And while under arrest, surrounded by eleven white transit cops

Michael Stewart was strangled to death
And when his case went to court
Not one cop was found guilty
Because the coroner lost the evidence

You see, in order to determine
That Michael Stewart was strangled to death
The coroner had to use Michael Stewart's eyeballs
His eyes, as evidence

So now when I tell you
That it was Michael Stewart's eyes
That the coroner lost, do you know what I mean
When I tell you that justice is blind?

You can have your little Style Wars
You can keep your little dance
But those crazy writers
Don't stand a ghost of a chance

It's, "Color them Cons", Mayor Koch said
Call it a crime
It's steer clear of the engineer
Of the midnight special line
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Lay down your burdens   Lay down your cares   The Holy Virgin   She's gonna greet you up there      With a big can of spray paint   With a big blank wall   And I can guaran-damn tee ya   There ain't no cops around at all      Graffiti Limbo   Where do you go?   Graffiti Limbo   When there ain't no justice      I only speak for myself   But the word around town   Is that something's shaking   In the underground      I only speak for myself   But the word on the street   Is that the writing's on the wall   And the cop's on the beat      I wrote this song for a man named Michael Stewart   A young black man arrested while writing graffiti   On a subway wall in New York City   And while under arrest, surrounded by eleven white transit cops      Michael Stewart was strangled to death   And when his case went to court   Not one cop was found guilty   Because the coroner lost the evidence      You see, in order to determine   That Michael Stewart was strangled to death   The coroner had to use Michael Stewart's eyeballs   His eyes, as evidence      So now when I tell you   That it was Michael Stewart's eyes   That the coroner lost, do you know what I mean   When I tell you that justice is blind?      You can have your little Style Wars   You can keep your little dance   But those crazy writers   Don't stand a ghost of a chance      It's, "Color them Cons", Mayor Koch said   Call it a crime   It's steer clear of the engineer   Of the midnight special line
 
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