Crackheads and assassins.

Chicago.

I've got a song in my head. "Grace Beneath The Pines" by The For Carnation, off the Fight Songs EP. Particularly the last verse:

Don't go.
What's so great about there?
It's all damp tunnels,
Newspapers and skin.
And meanwhile, you know
I'll be here and you there
With crackheads
And assassins
And burn victims
And millionaires' sons.

In particular, it's the "crackheads and assassins and burn victims" bit. For the longest time, that was the only part I could remember, since most of the lyrics are so soft as to be nearly inaudible. It's an addictive and lovely song, funny and charming, in contrast to their more sinister eponymous album.