The writing on the wall. Changes everyday. Moving the lights about. . We live by stealth alone. By simple truths, that's our philosophy. Oh, what a perfect day.
Prison bound goin' staight to hell. Another fight jailed another night. Been cheated, been fooled--mama won't you pray for me. . Fast times, fast girls, fast cars.
Gonna smash bottles all over the street. Gonna cause a threat on society!. Yeah I can't wait to fuck it up. Gonna run wild gonna smash it up!. . Down in the heart of alphabet city.
You say you want a revolution. Lace up your boots, Let's hit the streets. You talk the talk--Oi!. C'mon and walk the walk!. . Hey Johnny boy come fight your battles.
Got up on a Sunday morning, after playing with my punk rock band. Feeling just a bit nauseous, must of drank way over my head. Nobody to answer to. No rules to compromise.
Roger Creager. . Sometimes I sit in my backyard, I kick back and drink iced tea. I stare all the way to the ocean and dream of how it would be. If I were a ship captain somewhere or an old fashioned sailor at sea.
Roger Creager, Kyle Hutton. . 61st floor way downtown,. From cubicle 423. You can't see what's coming down.. The mail lady brings a pink slip. And an empty box for my desk..
I met a little gal around Thibodaux, she said she was 18.. A hometown hottie she was good to go. My little Cajun queen.. . She's as hot as good country cooking..
Roger Creager. . Looks like I really screwed up again. Should've learned by now that I ain't never gonna win. I know the reason, I didn't even ask, I've heard it all from relationships past.
STREETS OF THIS CITY. . I BEEN WALKING THE STREETS OF THIS CITY. SEEN THE BOYS FIGHTING TO BE MEN. SEEN THE GIRLS WALKING LIKE LADIES. FOOLISH CHILDREN TRYING TO PRETEND.
SPIRITUAL DETECTIVE. . IN ANOTHER EXISTENCE. ONE YOU DONT EVEN KNOW. IT'S NOT SEEN THROUGH THE EYES. IT'S SEEN THROUGH THE SOUL. LIKE A SPIRITUAL DETECTIVE.
I been shot up and shipped down,. I've been turned away and turned around,. Nobody to call my own,. In this mean old world alone,. Many, many nights I cried,.
How can you say life is getting Lou down?. Get yourself out. go along with the crowd.. You're all dressed up. got nowhere to go. . You feel left out 'cos nobody showed. - Listen.
I am sailing. I am sailing. home again 'cross the sea.. I am sailing stormy waters. to be near you to be free.. I am flying. I am flying like a bird 'cross the sky.
Sugar man, won't you hurry. Cause I'm tired of these scenes. For a blue coin won't you bring back. All those colors to my dreams. . Silver magic ships you carry.
Street boy. You've been out too long. Street boy. Ain't you got enough sense to go home. Street boy. You're gonna end up alone. You need some love and understanding.
Baby I ain't joking. And it's not what I'm smoking. I really think you're nice. Don't think I'm kidding. And don't think that I'm bidding. If silver words are your price.
The generals hate holidays. Others shoot up to chase the sun blues away. Another storefront church is opened. Sea of neon lights. A boxer his shadow fights.