The Blood Brothers - Crimes (alternate version) lyrics

And there's a fire on The Junk island where They send their garbage Is anybody listening? After work we'll watch The seagulls diving in And out of the lashing towers of flame It twinkles like a pile Of rotting j**els left To bake in the sun Is anybody listening? And we're just like those condom wrappers Used up, torn up Thrown away And we're just like yesterday's headlines: Drifting, floating, towards the blaze 'If we rob the Liquor store we could Be in Tijuana by the crack of dawn And if we rob the Mayor's mansion We could pawn his modern art and make a fortune And if we rob the lonely widow We could steal her credit cards And buy a cottage by the Ocean And we could swim in to Junk Island We'll burn up like the seagulls and the whiskey bottles We're scrapped Valentines We're tangerine rinds We're Crimes, Crimes, Crimes, Crimes, Crimes And the children In the subway Eating applecores Is anybody listening? They're breathing paint out of plastic bags Their mumbled mouths say: "Is anybody listening?" Oh-Ooh. Oh-Oooh