Street Theory Lyrics - The Philosopher's Stone - Van Morrison

Come on out, child 

We gonna ring doorbells and run 

Come on out, child, child 

We gonna ring doorbells and run 

We gonna shake up the neighborhood 

Lord, we're bound to have some fun 

We can take a plane to Paris 

Lord, we can fly to Rome 

We can take a plane to Paris 

Lord, we can fly to Rome 

I get a lump in my throat 

Every time I go back home 

I'm gonna go to church on Sunday 

Just like my mama did 

I'm gonna go to church on Sunday 

Just like my mama did 

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We gonna put everything up front 

'Cause there's nothing that we wanna keep in 

We gonna put everything up front 

'Cause there's nothing that we wanna keep in 

I'm gonna go to church on Sunday 

Just like my mama did 

I'm gonna go to church on Sunday 

Just like my mama did 

We gonna put everything up front 

'Cause there's nothing that we wanna keep in 

We gonna put everything up front 

'Cause there's nothing that we wanna keep in 

Come on out, child 

We gonna ring doorbells and run 

Come on out, child, child 

We gonna ring doorbells and run 

We gonna shake up the neighborhood 

Lord, we're bound to have some fun 

We gonna shake up the neighborhood 

Lord, we're bound to have some fun 

Come on out, child, come on out, child, child 

Come on out, come on out, come on out, child 

Come on out, child, come on out, child, child 

Come on out, child, child, come on out, child