Lyrics:
Sometimes I wonder
Man, how long is it gon' be for my people to come up
Man, we strugglin', it's hard sometimes
But tomorrow's better than
Assassin's blowing out gray horoscopes
That tells tomorrow hopes as caskets
Gun blasting, ratchets, tats across the abdomen
Vatican, pass the gin, flash
are all singing as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hanging so they put you on the street
You go back Jack do it again wheels
I was walking down the street
In my blue jeans and my bare feet
I saw old Mrs. Mayo in her garden so high
She got her prize azaleas
And her big ole
the summertime
Back in the wrong time
Back in the wrong time again
I was born on a close street
Down the wrong streets
Up the back streets
By the sea
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
seems that fate just wants to pass me by
Same old story, heard it all before
Keep it spinning like a carousel
Strange how history repeats itself
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
like 22nd Street
They got me by my neck and feet
Pressures building, can't take more
My headaches charge, ear aches roar
In this pain
Get me out
As the sun goes down, I move around
Keeping to the shadows
Life hangs by a thread
And I've heard it said
That I'll not see tomorrow
If that's
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
away
The street life ain't much better, but at least I'm getting paid
And Tuesday just might go my way
It can't get worse than yesterday
Thursdays,
Maddie lived in west LA
Long brown hair with bangs that lay
Upon her brow, tanned lightly by the sun
Her sparkling eyes were crystal blue
When she
a thing I was just standing by
Here's a message to the youngsters today: standing by you can die
Usually I'm in the house but today I snuck home
Pretty woman, walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you
You're not the truth
No one could
If your shoes refuse to shine
And your legs don't walk in line
And tomorrow is just some other time, yeah
That's just the woman in me, baby
new by tomorrow
We'll be brand new by tomorrow
I used to love the games we played
But now I have to stay on my side of the street
I used to love
Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'
Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon
So I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran
by the fire in the sky
Misguided by the tribe
Sacrificed to the lord of the flies
No one can save you
No one can save you
The chaos awaits you
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
don't you come knockin' down my door no more
You don't look at me on the street
You don't smile when you pass by
If you don't turn around soon
You're
to shine
Like a firefly
Cause life is not funny without you
Tomorrow does not exist
When you live the present
The tomorrow is just a dream
Day by day
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