This is how you know when you can't do right. Think you should have gone for a country life. Good for nothing when you lose your ring. Good for nothing but a dethroned king.
You look them in the eye. To show them you're brave. But no one but me knows. That you're just a slave. To this part in the play. You never mean what you say.
Call a friend be here unto the end. Eyes so kind, one that you'll never find. . His ways. I love your ways. I love your ways. I love your ways. I love your.
If it's the rough stuff ya want. You can point yer finger at me. 'cause I can dish it out good. But I don't give it away for free. There's a price for my vice.
When you're done with the run. I wanna take your height. Like everybody else. Who knows you're coming back. . By luring all your friends. With a never ending light.
Drivin' on down, take the road to the south side. Radio for backup, code 2, say it's caution time. I found the body, deep square in a world of crime. Streets are wet with rain, wash away and blur my thin blue line.
Your pink parakeet still waits for you to free her. So I've kept this cage closed tightly when I feed her. Your room is locked up solid and the key's here 'round my neck.
There is a big click clack machine. Whose engines don't pump gasoline. It's a poundin' crazy arm that works all day. It's run by all the people who. Have got some blueprint plan to do.
A signal swings and the lights turn off. And a missing man begins to cough. And no one knows the lost ones from the found. And lady luck, well, she can't explain.
Like a monster back from hell. I sit and watch the river flow. And if I lose you on a turn. Or stopping at the yellow glow. . I'll meet you back right here.
I can feel the life runnin' out of me workin' here at Pete's. Two years ago it was just the thing. Workin' cars part time every week. I met 'em both at a drag race.
Well I been breakin' rocks up on coolie #3. I knnow it's been forever, thought you'd. Never hear from me. The weather up here is rotten. Rainin' granite all the time.
The city streets burst at their seams. And flood the earth with people's dreams. But you're only concerned with some new shoe. Once up Broadway, we had walked.
Operator help me. There's a sound out in the street. And it just keeps getting louder. As we speak. No one here to help me. And for years I've lived alone.
I spied an old hobo, in the doorway he lay. His face was all grounded in the cold sidewalk floor. An' I guess he'd been there for the whole night or more.
Sometimes I feel like an old bent coin. Comin' on down the road. I'm just a face in the crowd, stuck in the cheap seats. Waitin' for lady luck to show.
I work for the newspapers. Any news is god news I always say. But I don't write no daily column. Talk is cheap and so's my pay. And when my work day's over.
She knew when she got pregnant she could finally catch a man to bring the money home. Blessed with no ambition, she was tired of selling sex on the telephone.