street as the chimneys burn I?ll drink some beer as to find my way My way home, my way home My way home, my way home The streets were made for horse and
, without the things Like jewels and gold I?m rolling down, I?m rolling down to my hotel Between the lines The paperboy still looks the same As the old get old and
And the boys, and the boys And the boys, and the boys And the boys, and the boys go on and on And the boys go on and on and on and on And the boys
old, I call you again Still too young to fail, too scared to sail away But one of these days I'll grow old And I'll grow brave and I'll go One of these
She said, hello mister Pleased to meet ya I wanna hold her I wanna kiss her She smelled of daisies She smelled of daisies She drive me crazy She drive
VERSE 1: Just a spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go down Sweet Mary Jane wont you lay me down lost my heat in california lost my mind shot
are so kind With nothing left to pour To pour You stepped into these days You stepped into these days You stepped into these days You stepped into these days And
about getting colder, In the middle of the day. You can live in the corner of my room, And I will live somewhere between the ceiling and the wall. And
Got nothing in mind A soldier dies as I feel no pain Got nothing in mind The little man sticks by his ways His only hand is from the clock And time
s not a happy ending, I?m sure there is some like Johnny and June, and maybe other people too. And maybe other people too (x5) Like me and you.
things, like jewels and gold. I?m rolling down, I?m rolling down to my hotel, between the lines. The paperboy still looks the same, as the old get old and
goes through the hands Then to someone else To find you girl So he opens it up and reads it out to all his friends Amongst the crowd a heart will break and
Choking on these words You can leave now Oh haven't you heard You can leave now We stand there like statues from different cities Both warriors of the
Pack up your things Your work here is done A slave to the beast No mercy with time No mercy with time They brand you with the fire, Then push you into
eyes. And there's all these funny little men, There all asking me to dance and sing. I'm wasted I'm so wasted on you (x2) Red and yellow, pink and green, purple and
they ain't got what we got No sir'ree They've got private lawns and public parks They've got private lawns and public parks They've got private lawns and
band strolls the street, You know another years come too soon. So you took her hand and she gave a look, that sent you to the moon. And there you spoke
days of throwing rocks When I saw your picture on a silver coin Stole a kiss through your golden locks I had a dream that you were gone. Woke up and you
