We're leavin' here don't look back It's a dead end, kid, it's a cul de sac
In a sultry rut you made the scene Now you're all washed up but you can't get clean
Step into the future Step out of the past Nothing lasts And just when you're thinking You've got'em beat They open the door and put you out in the street again
Had a two-tone Coupe de Ville And clothes that made you fit to kill But they jack your dream like it was a joke With a greasy hand and a constant stroke Like a dog on the corner can't raise his head You settled for liftin' your leg instead
It's midnight now on Chicken Row Where the Street Hearts wait for Daddy-O At the end of the line there are no stairs And the future lurks in darkness there Sign on a wall I saw yesterday Said, Don't forget the SLATeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
