Your daddy used to drive 95 on 95 Said he did it all the time and he made it back alive Used to warn you bout the Lower East Side at night And the bars down by the harbor where the drunken sailors fight I remember sleepin on the roof from June until the fall Sisterd swat you with a stick, fatherd slam you gainst the wall All the cops were takin bribes, all the bodies disappeared Gun was always at the side when you went for a beer round here So walk a mile in my boots down to the old school Maybe crybabyll learn a thing or two Yeah! Wise guys and weasels used to run this whole damn town I got beat so many times til I learned to knock em down Now Im made of steel and leather stitched with wires and screws Built a house at nineteen cause at eighteen got the boot So walk a while in my shoes before you sing those blues Things aint what they used to be, dont make em like they used to Burnin through our cigarettes, riskin injury or death Its like we used to say: if you could see this place and I could see your face Smash up your fantasy - justice served, no one bleeds Im rollin up my sleeves to tell you bout a lawless world (world! world! world!) And no one came along to pick me up off the curb And I went the whole way home to hear I got what I deserved See I knew what I had to do, see some things Ill never tell Ill take it with me to my grave, then Ill burn my life in hell And if you went to walk that mile, well, youd be in for a surprise Just a highway and a bind for hitchin a ride Burnin through our cigarettes, riskin injury or death Its like they always say: if you could see this place and I could see your face Tear up your fantasy - peace kept, nobody beat Im rollin up my sleeves - hey, where the hell you been? Pick your poison, name your game, play to kill, shoot to win The (?), were all just history I cashed in, sold out, had nothin left to cry about Id love to still believe theres order in a lawless world (world! world! world!)
Posted on: Wed, 07 Jan 2015 20:41:21 +0000