Lyrics:
I've hurt all who loved me they don't understand that my life is out of control
All that really matters is this bottle in my hand how far down can I
Yes there's the noseless old newsboy the old British brigadier
But you'll tell me now, who's been sleeping here
Who's been eating, eating off my
the light will bring to all a harvest
Good and plenty but for those who don't
Don't believe it, their life will still
Will still be empty
Taste and see that
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
It's a funny thing getting a song from the Lord
You feel His power and the revelation flow
Then there are people who tell you it's not cool
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
a newsboy 'til he was eighty four
What a slimy old bastard he was
Man don't you think I know she hates me
Man don't you think I know that she's no good
If
Catch a taxi to the fountainhead
Blinking neon penny arcade
A young Caruso on the fire escape
Painted face ladies on parade
The newsboy
He stands by the doors of the Rex all night
Chain-smoking Celtas
His eyes trouble more than one woman
His voice is heavy and deep
There's dirt
And who by fire, who by water
Who in the sunshine, who in the night time
Who by high ordeal, who by common trial
Who in your merry merry month
And who by fire, who by water
Who in the sunshine, who in the night time
Who by high ordeal, who by common trial
Who in your merry merry month
turned out a bit askew
I yelled out to God make me
Defective so I could be fixed up by You
Oh, You
Yes, You
You know who you are,
You
A white dove landed
on the sea
Thou who rulest wind and water
Stand by me
When I'm growing old and feeble
Stand by me
When I'm growing old and feeble
Stand by me
When I
THRIVE-NEWSBOYS
Giving It Over
I was a teen flat-liner on the joy screen
Dead in the water of life
to me. (Ref)
The newsboy shouting on his beat,
The widow begging down the street,
The plow-man sweating in the heat,
This is the Christ who comes to greet
And outside the newsboy looking
Immortal as the cars go by
Under a sun like an enemy
And you wonder why it's so hard
To go crazy if you're not already
Crazy
of
Who's your little who-zis
Who do you love
Tell me who has you a-flutter
Whenever they're passing by
Melt your heart like butter
Oh me, oh my
Say, when
the hook
(Who's zoomin' who?) yea-a-ah
Guess you believed the world
Playin' by your rules
Here stands an experienced girl
I ain't nobody's fool, uh,
the hook
(Who's zoomin' who?) yea-a-ah
Guess you believed the world
Playin' by your rules
Here stands an experienced girl
I ain't nobody's fool, uh,
the drought
He was playin' some kid from Dallas
Who could out talk a freeway cop
A day and a half they'd been on a raft
Tryin' to play till the other
Times Square
August 14th
I was captured there
Posing with a stranger
The shot heard round the world
Echoed through my hometown
All the newsboys
Well the sun is coming through the window
And it's barely blocking out
That devil on the screen who's telling us
Who we gotta be
I guess we
Who loves you pretty baby,
Who's gonna help you through the night?
Who loves you pretty mama,
Who's always there to make it right?
Who loves
Panama, fascinator, newsboy, and a coronet
Each hat's a part of who I am
A reflection of my style
My plan
From days to moments grand
My hats, my hats,
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