Who pumps your gas, cooks your meals, works your fields Builds your skyscrapers, prints your newspapers, it's your next door neighbors In the ghetto
Don't he look like a man With the contract in hand Sayin' to me "It's too big a hassle" I'm lucky to be where I am While he lives like a king Up in a
got to spread this infection Word to soul A super sport hotrod to the frontline Forget depression Don't take their medicine We need you straight We're running late
When your heart dies A little each day And your mouth's open wide But you can't find a word to say When you close your eyes And see a dream that'll never
so beautifully Lay it down I'll say goodbye in the morning Lay it down And you'll be sorry that you spoke It's too hard to be true Too late for raising
I'm a dealer in the middle No left or right side sitter I never make it going solo But when I'm lying on my pillow I'm a sugar-fisted pistol shoot a
The years still grinning back at you In the neon lights and the spent cash you Get some and then it's gone Easy times, hard times all pile on Good times
I'm frozen in my chair Walk away or stay I can't say I'm not there Friends are good, but television's better Friends and beer or TV and me Alone, together
Don't act so uptight Don't shoot me down My patience is running out I need you here beside me I need your kiss Don't leave me here like this Make up
t you see" You say "You don't look that way to me, at your very best you're number three" And hell, I'd take four or five, if that would guarantee your
Last night I woke up from a dream I was running Down the boardwalk shore and the bomb was coming Bobby De Niro was talking in my sleep About a tidal
You talk talk about nothing And nothing ever gets done You're choked up about something But you're never on the run Talk talk talk Talking 'bout what