The night reveals your soul Your soul is growing old Your destiny foretold (by the weatherman) The rain is pouring down
And I’ve been wandering through the street since ten Now it’s nearly Monday and I’m walking home alone again What can I do when there’s nothing to do Nothing to choose means nothing to lose In the pool hall I’m no good at all
Charlie is a shark and Dick knows all the tricks I’ve got to break out I’m not a child My imagination’s running wild I’ve done it your way since I was six Now I’m tired of dreams I’ve gotta get my kicks
I wanna have a duel I wanna play Russian Roulette I know nothing ‘bout life But I’ll play it to the death
Got to get rid of my old disguise My imagination’s telling lies I’ve done it your way since I was six Now I’m tired of dreams I’ve gotta get my kicksTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
