A long time ago came a man on a track walking thirty miles with a pack on his back and he put down his load where he thought it was the best made a home
the sky is crying the streets are full of tears rain come down wash away my tears and all this writing on the wall oh i can read between the lines rain
les boys do cabaret les boys are glad to be gay they're not afraid now disco bar in germany les boys are glad to be upon parade now les boys got leather
I seen a girl on a one way corridor stealing down a wrong way street for all the world like an urban toreador she had wheels on on her feet well the cars
He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He says it's a shame You know it may be a game Ah, but I won't play
Where do you think you're going Don't you know it's dark outside Where do you think you're going Don't you care about my pride Where do you think you'
Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit Scaring the pedestrians for a minute Crossing up progress driving on the grass Leaving just
Lady writer on the TV Talk about the Virgin Mary Reminded me of you Expectation left to come up to yeah Lady writer on the TV She had another quality
Well there's a Peter Pan moon shepherd's delight I got to dragon at noon, yes and I won the fight Now I want my reward in heaven tonight, just like you
Two in the morning, dry-dock town The rivers rolls away in the night Little gypsy moth she's all tied down She quiver in the wind and the light Yeah
They wanna get a statement for Jesus' sake It's like a talking to the wall He's incommunicado no comment to make He's saying nothing at all But in the
Oh well the sun go down Celebration in the town tonight All day long They been slaughtering upon the stone Share out the meat Yeah, you really like to
You say I'm the greatest bound for glory Well the word is out and I learned I got the latest side of the story You're pulling out before you get burned
Sweet surrender on the quayside You remember we used to run and hide In the shadow of the cargoes I take you one at a time And we're counting all the
Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies Be-Bop-A-Lua, Baby What I Say Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman Down in the tunnels, trying to make it
High and dry in the long hot day Lost and lonely in every way Got the flats all around me sky up above I need a little water of love I've been too long
Bella donna's on the highstreet Her breasts upon the off beat And the stalls are just the side shows Victoriano's old clothes And yes her jeans are tight