Echo out the background a bit, right? And to bring it, like, more focused And you've got it, that's it That's just as good as anybody
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey (x8)
When my feet touch down in a foreign land I buried all my money in a coffee can And I've been hobo skipping Just to hide from the weather Only got two pennies better rub them together Because I keep it on my sleeve I wear it on my shirt I got a living room full of dust and dirt And it's a jumped up living in the city of smoke I better suck it up before I, I'm gonna fly
When my shoes got holes in the cobble streets And now it feels like heaven underneath my feet I'm like a lone crusader on a holy endeavor Living 5 pound daily in a charity sweater Because I'm beating on my drum I'm tapping on my knee A street rat jamming to a Beck CD You know I still got rhythm if I don't get paid And I don't give a shit if I, I'm gonna fly
(who who) Alright, alright, alright (who who) Alright, alright, alright (who who) Alright, alright, alright (who who) I tell them what I tell them And I do it every night
(who who)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
