Dog Eat Dog - In the city
Tekst :
East side, west side
larcency and homicide
people trying to survive.
Prostitution, retribution
toxic waste and air pollution
politics: no solution.
I ve come from the other side of town
This concrete jungle s got me down
I feel the heet, from the street
Live in the city,
die in the city.
Talk is cheap and the air smells shitty.
Laugh in the city,
cry in the city.
It s my home, but it sure ain t pretty.
Uptown, downtown
On the streets and underground
People trying to get around.
Skyscrapers, money makers
New York Knicks and L.A. Lakers
One too many circuit brakers.
Live in the city,
die in the city.
Talk is cheap and the air smells shitty.
Laugh in the city,
cry in the city.
It s my home, but it sure ain t pretty.
Inne utwory
Big wheel Sore loser If these are good times Hi - lo Psychorama Modern day devils Getting live Pull my finger No fronts Funnel king Think Get up Rocky Strip song More beer Losowe utwory
Took a trip on a houseboat
It was fun, you and me
I know you re really in love with him
Are you up to your knees?
Oh I m always in decline
Always changing my lines
Always changing my mind
To be a friend is fine
I won t go sinking this houseboat
It s so hard to...
Nah, nah, this can´t be true
I got this feeling
And I just can`t turn it loose
That somebody`s
Been getting next to you
Don`t wanna walk around
Knowing I was your fool
`Cause being the man that I am
I just can`t loose my cool
My friends...
My friends feel it’s their appointed duty,
To tell me, all you want to do is use me
My answer to all that use me stuff
Is I want to spread the news that if it feels this good getting used
Just keep on using me...
If somebody s askin I ve gone away
Yeah somebody s packin and gone today
The summer was lovely and I enjoyed my stay
Maybe I ll be back one day
Sorry to hurry but I ll miss my plane
Don t worry...
Take care
she will fall on you like winter
you don’t hear a thing but the beating of wings
as the lights go out
There you are
standing in the doorway
with a cigarette
you say, “hey rock n’ roll. did you really have to sell your soul, or were you just playing the fool?
that shame is...