Faces cracked for reason beyond recognition His space is at the Palace He sleeps for twenty five cents Now he's wiping headlights windshields with an old rag It ain't nine to five Down and dirty he's an old tramp He poses like a dead man The night train passes by Money's not the answer for princes and dancers He's standing under street lights He's thinking of his old life He lost his pretty young wife The corner is his big plan His brunch with Jim and jitters Boston blue laws ain't for shitters And newsprint is for cheaters Cement mattress for believers Now he's shooting power curves His buddies think he's got some nerve Missus Face had other lovers Her arms smothered other numbers He freezes Christmas season all Saints protect him His face is cracked for reason beyond recognitionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
