Lyrics:
I met my old lover on the street last night
He seemed so glad to see me
I just smiled
And we talked about some old times
And we drank ourselves
Born from some mother's womb,
Just like any other room.
Made a promise for a new life.
Made a victim out of your life.
When your time's
A tongue can accuse and carry bad news the seeds of distrust it will sow
But unless you've made no mistakes in your life be careful of stones that
The dream's begun
And as we mark the old year's passing
Strangers greet
On every street
And suddenly there's goodwill everywhere
There's Christmas in
all's not lost
The streets are empty, the streets are cold
won't you come on home, won't you come on home
The streets are empty
Life goes
While the music played, you worked by candlelight
Those San Francisco nights
You were the best in town
Just by chance you crossed the diamond
A bottle of whites, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I, face
made by an oyster)
New Orleans
(Rampart Street)
(You can’t be sure of a thing)
When I get tired of restin’ there’s nothing to do but walk
(Walk it off,
Cause I need so much of your love
I've got the world at my fingers and it stands at my feet
I can fly to the moon or I can sleep in the street
down on the street with a bottle at my feet
Gutter life and wine was all I craved
Then she came up to me from the Salvation Army
She thought that I
life's going to turn around and slap you in the face,
Then you're gonna find out the hard way.
You'll take the hard way,
Gonna take the hard way.
the drink by beautiful daisy bell
[Chorus: x2]
But you look sweet upon the street
On a bicycle built for two
On a bicycle built for two
On a bicycle
Lamar, Hail Mary and marijuana, times is hard
Pray with the hooligans, shadows all in the dark
Fellowship with demons and relatives, I'm a star
Life is
Brainwashed by the television
We lost in the war we live in
Double cross, love lost, no religion
Street livin', oh my gosh
Another brother got shot by
If tomorrow is judgment day
And I'm standing on the front line
And the Lord asks me what I did with my life
I will say I spent it with you
If I
the one thing that matters in her life
As she waits patiently by the window
She knows you'll be coming home soon
She'll sit quiet there and won't go
Street Punk Blues
(Joey Cola Arthur Alexander)
Well somebody once told me that a wise man is just a fool
You got to learn about life on the streets
life's going to turn around and slap you in the face,
Then you're gonna find out the hard way.
You'll take the hard way,
Gonna take the hard way.
destiny preordained
Trying to live righteous
Fighting for life, this my life
That's why I liked on my vices
Tightening the vices of truth on the roofless
good, good
Like Brigitte Bardot
Now look at the people
In the streets, in the bars
We are all of us in the gutter
But some of us are looking at the stars
to the sounds of the guitar, yeah, yeah
Played by Carlos Santana
I said a la favela los colores
The streets are getting hotter (ah, yeah)
There is no water
somebody bleedin' in the
(Ghetto)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(Ghetto)
'Cause that's the life when your
Livin' in the
(Ghetto)
We livin' by the
(Ghetto)
on Faithless Street
All by myself
Work your whole life for someone else
Trying to find sanction
Christ above man
He never shed his peace on this land
So I
(City rhythm, ooh, city rhythm, ooh, city rhythm, ooh)
When my heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (ooh)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my
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