[Verse 1] She's drifting by the place where she pawned her rings Stepping out the way of the skateboard kings Tomorrow could be sweet And she's living on a street called prospect A girl of many aims And the beat box bums are working relay teams Like a blacksmith customizing noisy boys' dreams And the old men tap their feet 'Cause they're living on a street called prospect
[Chorus 1] And there's a brown stone church with a cracked bell ringing Where the boys learn boxing and the girls learn singing Where the good take the cloth and the fallen join the game Before they burn out so briefly like an insect in the flame
[Verse 2] The Lone Ranger buys a drink for old Saint John He says, "Been some time since the cavalry's gone" Then his voice begins to crack 'Cause they're never coming back to prospect And nothing's going on And then the sunlight splinters in a cloud of dust 'Cause it's the devil's flour now, the mill's gone bust And you don't give up your seat When the bus goes down the street called prospect
[Chorus 2] And reason's never sweet, and ambition isn't choosy When politeness is a blade, and assertion is a Uzi The poor get angry and the rich make hate And your youth is like a dog rose, only blossoms for a day
[Verse 3] They say they're going mining in the parking lot It's down to metal and to minerals but they won't say what Then they're shaky on their feet When they get back on the street called prospect Like burnouts on parade So love me now and leave me 'cause I'm going away I only got a ticket for a very short stay And should we ever meet Well, it's best not on a street called prospect
[Outro - Scatting]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
