I've got no home I just pretend Building a world of troubles till the end Out all alone Facing the cold Nothing comes easy not like you all turns to gold Situations never changed It was meant this way Never to own Always to strive Just want a little piece of something in this life
Always the dreamer Never to rise Nothing comes my way not like you always the prize Out on the road Devil may care That's the way I was meant to be - always to bear
Shooting deals chasing meals running from the wild dogs Downtowns pretty if you know how to keep everything on a lock Greasing wheels shining steel taking on the odd jobs Gotta survive just to keep alive in this hot cross gun shop Breaking laws kicking down doors gotta find a way through Out of this place that lives off hate I was born into City smoke seems to hurt and choke got find some room to breath Want to be like you, want to see the views, want to taste the life of easeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
