Picked up by the police, only seventeen. What did he do, what did he say? His father left him as a little boy. His mother turned tricks just to buy his toys.
A question of morals, black market love. Street survivors for another cause. Family traditions of another kind. Challenging politics with payoffs twice a month.
I wake up, drink my coffee. Put on my pants and comb my hair. Today is the day I ain't got nothing. I ain't got nothing, I ain't got a gal. . The sun is out, it's shinin' bright.
Well, I've been up, yeah, and I've been down. Been kicked around, yeah, this God-forsaken town. So many faults, so little time, I've got to find my peace of mind.
I'll tell you something, baby, that's a fact. Never see a horse, with a luggage rack. All your money, your hard earned pay. It don't mean shit, bloody hell at end of the day.
Running around like your front page news. Lonely eyes and your motorcycle boots. Tattooed heart and your jet black hair. Running 'round like you don't care.
Running around like your front page news. Lonely eyes and your motorcycle boots. Tattooed heart and your jet black hair. Running 'round like you don't care.
Take me down that line, gonna tow that heavy load. I can't seem to make it, make it on my own. Turn the lights down low now, turn down our bed. I can't seem to get you out of my head.