All you folks back home I'll never tell you this You're not supposed to know Where your daughter is There are ways of life You never understood It's right here Downtown Hollywood It's afternoon on Sunset Boulevard I've got a stolen moment of trying hard To write a kind of Christmas card
But I am burning out again Tonight there is fever in my veins
Mama, dear All the love you gave I guess there's really nothing Nothing much to save This place is as dirty as I feel myself There are still some riches At the Roosevelt That evening prayer Those memories In my little bedroom, mama on my knees That's where I'm at Down in Los Angeles
And I am burning out again And I must rise above the shame Tonight there is fever in my veins Just think of the girl I used to be You were my age once, mama Twenty-three I can still hear some of the songs you used to play From that summer of love in '68 Seems it's turned into a winter of hate
And I am burning out againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
