The rising moon faces the sickening sun, As the lights in the tower blocks go on, one by one, A big shot, overlooking this black iron skyline- Surrounded by his symbols of prosperity- Sits back in his new leather chair Ripped off the back of some unfortunate beast. I'm smiling through my teeth. Anybody can be a millionaire, So everybody's gotta try But by the laws of this human jungle Only the heartless will survive. & down there-but for the grace of god -go I.
The smoke & the steam, & the broken down dreams, The hope, & the hunger, frustration & anger, The little drunken lives,- Driven' through the traffic lights & away from who they are!
But I've been thinking of you- In this great city of great solitude.
Crossin' the central reservation, of my imagination, Searchin' for the world I...left behind. A shadow hunting shadows of childhood life. It's all I want-& all I miss- But how can I return, to a place that don't exist!!
From Mombosa to Miami, Beiruit to Bangladesh, I've flown around the world standing On the wing of a jet. Tryin' to salvage my emotions From the bottom of the oceans-
Y'see I sold my soul, to pay for my dinner. My stomach grew fatter, but my heart grew thinner, I ain't foolin' I'm fallin', I wasn't wicked, just weak, I ain't lyin' I'm dyin', crippled by deceit-
Oh the hand that wrote the agony Has just begun- Will be the hand that pulls the trigger -of this gun!!!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
