text: Mary Ann on the avenue
  Girl all dressed up in Kensington blue
  Down where the hammer falls
  She’s born and bred within Whitetown walls
  Each and every day slowly passes away
  From a passing car she hears the music play
  Beneath the “El” she starts to sway
  Down in Whitetown
  Down in Whitetown
  Down in Whitetown
  Johnny’s trying to make his way
  He’s got a job, mister it don’t pay
  He sits and counts the scars
  On a stool down the end of a Whitetown bar
  And the old men here piss their lives away
  Drinking and joking about their cop-fighting days
  Ain’t no answers here, just the past and fear
  Of spending the rest of your days
  Down in Whitetown
  Down in Whitetown
  Down in Whitetown
  In a dream salvation comes with a beat
  Or the sound of breaking glass and running feet
  The beat that echoes down through the streets
  Mary Ann dances on
  Down in Whitetown
  Down in Whitetown
  Whitetown
  Down in Whitetown
  Down in Whitetown
  Down in Whitetown