| Opening Lyrics | Song |
| The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves | |
| You and me we were the pretenders | |
| Crazy Janey and her mission man were back in the alley tradin' hands | |
| I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand | |
| The ragamuffin gunner is returnin' home like a hungry runaway | |
| In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream | |
| I hold you in my arms, as the band plays | |
| Can't see nothin' in front of me, can't see nothin' coming up behind | |
| Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night | |
| Spread out now Rosie, doctor come cut loose her mama's reins | |
| Born down in a dead man's town | |
| Lights out tonight, trouble in the heartland | |