Autor: Letras de Canciones – Lyrics

I had a friend was a big baseball player back in high school He could throw that speedball by you Make you look like a fool boy Saw him the other night at this roadside bar I was walking in,

Well the street lights shine Down on Blessing Avenue Lovers they walk by Holdin? hands two by two A breeze crosses the porch Bicycle spokes spin round Jacket?s on, I´m out the door Tonight I´m gonna burn this town down

Remember the morning we dug up your gun The worms in the barrel, the hanging sun Those first nervous evenings of perfume and gin The lost smell on your breath as I helped you get it in The rush of

I get up in the evening And I ain’t got nothing to say I come home in the morning I go to bed feeling the same way I ain’t nothing but tired Man, I’m just tired and bored with myself

I get up in the evening and I ain´t got nothing to say I come home in the morning I go to bed feeling the same way I ain´t nothing but tired Man I´m just tired and bored with myself

I hold you in my arms as the band plays What are those words whispered baby just as you turn away I saw you last night out on the edge of town I wanna read your mind To know just

I hold you in my arms as the band plays What are those words whispered baby just as you turn away I saw you last night out on the edge of town I wanna read your mind To know just

In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin´ out

Born down in a dead man?s town The first kick I took was when I hit the ground You end up like a dog that´s been beat too much Till you spend half your life just covering up Born in

We played king of the mountain out on the end The world come chargin? up the hill, and we were women and men Now there´s so much that time, time and memory fade away We got our own roads to

Well my soul checked out missing as I sat listening To the hours and minutes tickin? away Yeah, just sittin´ around waitin? for my life to begin While it was all just slippin? away I´m tired of waitin? for tomorrow

Lights out tonight trouble in the heartland Got a head-on collision smashin? in my guts, man I´m caught in a cross fire that I don´t understand But there´s one thing I know for sure girl I don´t give a damn

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they´re gettin? ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there´s trouble busin?

Standing in line marking time Waiting for the welfare dime ‘Cause they can’t find a job The man in the silk suit hurries by As he catches the poor old ladies’ eyes Just for fun he says «get a job»