I sit alone almost every night. I watch those trains roll on by, out of sight. . No, it's not the same old story, it's news to me. I'd say so it's the not only way to be.
You seem the types who follow the line. Went from cheery vagabondage. To cold blooded luxury in four years. . No lick spittle or pick thack. From sycophant claw back flunky.
Don't take me for a sunbeam. Don't take me for a sunbeam, a sunbeam, a sunbeam. It's just another faction of. Like another fraction of. Another taxer of your life.
In the morning where does the pain go?. Same place the fame goes. To your head. And it's not easy. Getting it out your head. And it's too easy. Getting out your head.
Baddie's bound by ancient codes of decency and secrecy. He understands 'bout stabbing backs and shaking hands. So if or when you're behind bars or in front of them as you are.
You smoke your cigarettes down to the bone. And since you vowed to back it and you're too proud to sack it. You have to carry on your own. . You think you had it under control.