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CHATEAU EAU DE GHETTO
by Pistol Pete Midtgard
Deep
down in the bowels of the ghetto
I got a crib and I call it the chateau
Where the sounds of the city fill the air
And ladies in waiting stroll without a care
Any
other place I go, somethin' feels wrong
So I head back to my chateau, deep down in the
ghetto where I belong
Chorus:
'Cause moonlight through the bars makes me feel
so alive
The barbed-wire fence gives it a charming prison-yard
vibe
With the pigeons and the rats, it's my habitat,
it's my home...
The chateau in the ghetto, the chateau in the
ghetto
The chateau in... the... ghetto
Well
I love goin' lots of places
And I dig seein' lots of faces
'Cause the world, it is my oyster
But I live where I live, 'cause I feel right there
Any
other place I go, somethin' feels wrong
So I head back to my chateau, deep down in the
ghetto where I belong
Chorus
So
take Rosa Parks, turn right on Martin Luther King
Go to Dot and Etta's Shrimp Hut and get me some
barbecued wings
Some Martell would be nice, get some cups and
some ice
And head down...
To the chateau in the ghetto, the chateau in the
ghetto
The chateau in... the... ghetto
Copyright
and Publishing 2002 Adequate Music A.S.C.A.P.
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