Teksty:
Springsteen Bruce

There's a code of silence that we don't dare speak There's a wall between and the river's deep We keep pretending that there's nothing wrong But there

In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from

There's a pale horse comin' I'm gonna ride it I'll rise in the morning My fate decided I'm a dead man walkin' I'm a dead man walkin' In St. James Parish

I had a friend was a big baseball player back in high school He could throw that speedball by you Make you look like a fool boy Saw him the other

I get up in the evening And I ain't got nothing to say I come home in the morning I go to bed feeling the same way I ain't nothing but tired Man, I'm

Driving in to Darlington County Me and Wayne on the Fourth of July Driving in to Darlington County Looking for some work on the county line We drove

The times are tough now, just getting tougher This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher Cover me, come on baby, cover me Well I'm looking

I had a job, I had a girl I had something going, mister, in this world I got laid off down at the lumber yard Our love went bad, times got hard Now

Turn on the radio, turn off the lights We'll bring an end, darling, to your endless night You're on the wrong side of the street I see your fortune in