There’s a man in the park Waking his dog to a mark In the picture he painted In the picture he painted And the people look on And the people look on Then they carry on Roaming all day long
From the eyes of a television inspired mess From a pub to a club to a street to a thug Ignoring the light from above Ignoring the light from above Fight or surrender, no friendly neighbour The butcher and the baker and the mixer and the maker
It’s a battle with the wind On my neck and in my eyes With the crows looking at The wallet that rest above my thigh Come up to me with a knife and a can With the words “give me what you got” Holding out a hand, NO!
From the eyes of a television inspired mess From a pub to a club to a street to a thug Ignoring the light from above Ignoring the light from above Fight or surrender, no friendly neighbour The butcher and the baker and the mixer and the maker
Can’t find any mirror that shines…
From the eyes of a television inspired mess From a pub to a club to a street to a thug Ignoring the light from above Ignoring the light from above Is it the maker in you, or someone you knew The one who can turn the grey into blueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
