Little boy lost or Johnny go home All to much bother just to pick up the phone Your parents full of worry but you don't care Ran away from home just for a dare Met the wrong people in the amusement arcade Queers and perverts where there's money to be made Pushers on the corner selling you shit Avoid them at all costs they're only trying to make a hit
One more step and you're in the gutter You're down and out, down and out (x2)
Sleeping in cardboard by the bridge at night Winos and tramps as companions for the night Glue bag in hand when you're outta your head Thinking that you're in a four poster bed Wishing that you were at home by the fire Too much walking as your legs begin to tire No jobs to be found no streets of gold Just a load of lies that you've been toldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
