I’m a lowdown uptown snake cil user A street philosopher, neon astronomer I’m a one-shot big town cruiser And I try again and again and again No one knows which way the wind blows The city smells of desperation The upset, displaced, rearranged in one damnation I got to streamline my desorientation And try again and again and again No one knows which way the wind blows
Hand on the knife Finger on the trigger One less soul is just one less sinner The life I choose, is the life I have Hey don’t you know… The blues ain’t so bad
All the girls on the corner They come ‘round here more dead than alive A day late, a dollar shot, whatever it takes to survive It may not be freedom but it’s my freedom And I try again and again and again and again and again No one know which way the wind blows Down the backstreets and alleys, it chills my bones No one knows which way the wind blows
Hand on the knife Finger on the trigger One less soul is just one less sinner The life I choose, is the life I have Hey don’t you know… The blues ain’t so bad
No one knows which way the wind blows
Hand on the knife Finger on the trigger One less soul is just one less sinner The life I choose, is the life I have Hey don’t you know… The blues ain’t so bad
Hand on the knife Finger on the trigger One less soul is just one less sinner The life I choose, is the life I have Hey don’t you know… The blues ain’t so badTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
