Rough time in the city slips like sand through my hands And if you want to win you’ve got to be a mean man
Some desperate strangers look for sluts to get laid Once you’ve tasted the street there’s no way to get back
Somebody’s dying in a corner of the world Somebody’s crying at him I can feel no sympathy
I’m so cold I show no emotion So cold down to the bone So cold a face without motion So cold I’m as hard as stone
Go abroad make your fortune Make some money and friends But this cold town welcomes none You only get kicked when you hit it
Rough time in the city slips like sand through my hands And if you want to win you’ve got to be a mean man
What’s the meaning of life in a corner of the world There is no drive in here I can feel no ecstasy
I’m so cold I show no emotion So cold down to the bone So cold a face without motion So cold I’m as hard as stone
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
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