Your daddy used to drive 95 on 95 Said he did it all the time And he made it back alive Used to warn you about the Lower East Side at night And the bars down by the harbor Where the drunken sailors fight I remember sleeping on the roof From June until the fall Sister swat you with a stick Father slam you against the wall All the cops were taking bribes All the bodies disappear Gun was always at the side When you went for a beer around here So walk a mile in my boots down to the old school Maybe crybaby will learn a thing or two
Wiseguys and weasels used to run this whole damn town I got beat so many times 'Til I learned to knock 'em down Now I'm made of steel and leather Stitched with wires and screws Built a house at 19 Cause at 18 got the boot So walk a mile in my shoes before you sing those blues Things ain't what they used to be, don't make 'em like they used to
Burnin' through our cigarettes Risking injury or death It's like we used to say: If you could see this place And I could see your face Smash up your fantasy Justice served, no one bleeds I'm rollin' up my sleeves to tell you 'bout a lawless world
And no one came along to pick me up off the curb And how I wailed the whole way home to hear "I got what I deserved" See, I did what I had to do Seen some things I'll never tell I'll take it with me to my grave Cause I burned my life in hell And if you went to walk that mile, you'd be in for a surprise Just a highway and a fine for hitchin' a ride
Burnin' through our cigarettes Risking injury or death It's like they always say: If you could see this place And I could see your face Tear up your fantasy Peace kept, nobody beat I'm rollin' up my sleeves Hey, where the hell you been? Pick your poison, name your game Play to kill, shoot to win The burns you wanna see are all just history I cashed in, sold out, had nothing left to cry about I'd love to still believe There's order in a lawless worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
