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the weight of the world and they keep on bringing more
If it's just you and me on the floor
Go grab your coat and I'll drive us home
Like we were just kids
The scene was a small roadside cafe
The waitress was sweepin' the floor
Two truck-drivers drinkin' their coffee
And two okie-kids by the door

How
Hello, wherever you are
Are you dancing on the dance floor or drinking by the bar?
Tonight we do it big, and shine like stars
We don't give a fuck
yesterday's men
Sure as hell
By making us yesterday's men

Ah, now Jimmy, said she, 
Give the kids a few bob, 
After all, sure it is Friday night
But how could
The scene was a small roadside cafe
The waitress was sweepin' the floor
Two truck-drivers drinkin' their coffee
And two okie-kids by the door

How
to understand by whom he's hit

Look like kid;s been taking quite a beating,
maybe loved the hand that did the hitting
I'm sure the guy's so proud to be
teens, beauty like we'd never seen
Our heroes led us by the hand
Through Brian Wilson's promised land
Where Disney's God and he commands
Both mice
And scotch taped sail that passed us by

We hung on, hung on
Two orphan monkeys
And all we said and all that we did
Left me feeling like a little kid

Confuse,
they teach us, they lead us to doom
Oh mother don't leave us to bloom
Holy father those kids have been through
The deepest and the meanest of truths
They
The scene was a small roadside cafe
The waitress was sweepin' the floor
Two truck-drivers drinkin' their coffee
And two okie-kids by the door

How
kids 
Went to school with some rich kids 
Bussed me half way across town 

Call us white trash and no count 
Call us white trash and no count 
Call
the special man 
Then we were Ziggy's band 

Ziggy really sang 
Screwed up eyes and screwed down hair-do 
Like some cat from Japan 
He could lick 'em by
the fire

When our kids are grown
With kids of their own
They'll send us away
To a little home in Florida
We'll play checkers all day
Until we pass
where we fell in love
Dead end streets became a drug
Held our voices like a prison cell
But now we shout it from the rooftops

Oh, we are the kids
& rugged
You're rappin like a Sunday driver, who's comin liver?
Kid and Play, Play and Kid, two survivors
Kid on the mic, add Play to make it greater
Well we can try and hide our emotion
Stand there like a rock in a wall
But love can take a little old notion
And make a living wreck of us all
But I think that's okay
'Cause love gets ruined by money and power and fame and

We're just two poor kids from a really rich city
My oh my, what
picked a fight with you.
I'm holding the bag
Just like my mama did;
Just like her mama did.
Now there's gonna be a new kid in the family
Oh no, kid
And, and Carl Perkins wrote us another song
That tells about the reason for it all
That takes us back home and
Again, tells it like it was when I was
And have a funky good time if you know what I mean
Because when we rhyme, we move people by the masses
When they say they'll pay we'll play when they ask us
man, then we were Ziggy's band

Now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
time, jiving us that we were voodoo
The kids were just crass, he was the naz
With god given ass
He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar
man, then we were Ziggy's band

Now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
man, then we were Ziggy's band

Now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
man, then we were Ziggy's band

Now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling