There's a wall around my body, A fence around my kind. Nothing comes to me easily, not leastwise peace of mind. Still, I keep movin', tryin' to break on through. I don't know nothin' else to do.
Peelin' paint above my head is just another sign. Black clouds in the distance, gettin' closer all the time. I gotta keep movin', tryin' to break on through. I don't know nothin' else to do.
Sometimes when I think that things are bad as they can be, I see a fella standing lower down on the ladder than me.
Now, I'm alive and kickin' dust behind my heel. Long as I got my soul I'm on the good end of the deal and I'm gonna keep movin', tryin' to break on through. I don't know nothin' else to do. I gotta keep movin'. No friends, no dreams, no pocket money. So, I'm gonna keep movin'. No pocket money.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
