[Verse One: Mcenroe]
Back as a kid it was on and popping
At the downtown mall where we all were shopping
With every kind of store that you'd imagine
At the height of fashion, well, at least for Brandon
Every Saturday we would pack the parque
And meet the whole crew meeting at the arcade
So many choices, and toy stores and food courts
Let to our devices, we just might storm the two floors
Every department, of Eden's or Hudson's Bay
Is where you'd see us, except maybe lingerie
But downtown now, everything's gone away
No more paddle wheel, barely a sad cafe
Everything boarded up to give the bulldozer room
One theater closed up, the other is closing soon
Once was a sporting goods, restaurant and mall stops
Is now a sorry hood with nothing but pawn shops
Nothing sold as new, everything is second hand
And they'll close soon too, wait for the wrecking man
Maybe it's evolution, maybe it's bad luck
Prove the only solution is stay and go bankrupt
[?] and it might mean them
And tear down a tower built in 1910
Nothing to do, and we're turning away
As we celebrate our history of urban decay
[Hook: Mcenroe]
The shops close early
Downtown
It's gotten so dirty
Downtown
Boarded and padlocked
Downtown
Home of the have nots
Downtown
Who's going
Downtown
Nothing is
Downtown
Who's going
Downtown
Not me, not me
[Verse Two: Pip Skid]
Back as a kid, I'd take my measly salary
Into downtown and hit the Brandon Gallery
Get the barber to shave a few lines
Fuck a bus, I'll walk, maybe save a few dimes
And in these times, people despise rap
Said it wouldn't last and it sounded like crap
Trying to get your hands on some tapes was tough
There was only one place that really carried the stuff
The Country Music Store had such selection
Cassettes, cas-singles and records to my collection
Then depression set in and technology changed
Why pay for musical books in this day and age?
And in a rage, some shop keepers lost it
One took his life, went down with the profit
Cough it up or they're changing the locks
Even take the batteries up outta the clocks
While Wal-Marts stock seems to rise to the top
Even with two McDonalds in one block
Get fries with your pop and make it a meal
Discover a debt downtown, see how it feel
Like looking at the tape of an old ship that sunk
One of the only things you get downtown is drunk
All sales final, no hope for the business
Chased away by the big box, aye, what is this?
[Hook]
Back as a kid it was on and popping
At the downtown mall where we all were shopping
With every kind of store that you'd imagine
At the height of fashion, well, at least for Brandon
Every Saturday we would pack the parque
And meet the whole crew meeting at the arcade
So many choices, and toy stores and food courts
Let to our devices, we just might storm the two floors
Every department, of Eden's or Hudson's Bay
Is where you'd see us, except maybe lingerie
But downtown now, everything's gone away
No more paddle wheel, barely a sad cafe
Everything boarded up to give the bulldozer room
One theater closed up, the other is closing soon
Once was a sporting goods, restaurant and mall stops
Is now a sorry hood with nothing but pawn shops
Nothing sold as new, everything is second hand
And they'll close soon too, wait for the wrecking man
Maybe it's evolution, maybe it's bad luck
Prove the only solution is stay and go bankrupt
[?] and it might mean them
And tear down a tower built in 1910
Nothing to do, and we're turning away
As we celebrate our history of urban decay
[Hook: Mcenroe]
The shops close early
Downtown
It's gotten so dirty
Downtown
Boarded and padlocked
Downtown
Home of the have nots
Downtown
Who's going
Downtown
Nothing is
Downtown
Who's going
Downtown
Not me, not me
[Verse Two: Pip Skid]
Back as a kid, I'd take my measly salary
Into downtown and hit the Brandon Gallery
Get the barber to shave a few lines
Fuck a bus, I'll walk, maybe save a few dimes
And in these times, people despise rap
Said it wouldn't last and it sounded like crap
Trying to get your hands on some tapes was tough
There was only one place that really carried the stuff
The Country Music Store had such selection
Cassettes, cas-singles and records to my collection
Then depression set in and technology changed
Why pay for musical books in this day and age?
And in a rage, some shop keepers lost it
One took his life, went down with the profit
Cough it up or they're changing the locks
Even take the batteries up outta the clocks
While Wal-Marts stock seems to rise to the top
Even with two McDonalds in one block
Get fries with your pop and make it a meal
Discover a debt downtown, see how it feel
Like looking at the tape of an old ship that sunk
One of the only things you get downtown is drunk
All sales final, no hope for the business
Chased away by the big box, aye, what is this?
[Hook]
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