SPIT IN THE STREET | Тesto e Тraduzione (al clic)

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Oh I lie awake, I’m fit to break,

And my head won’t leave me alone,

I’ve to make my way through one more day,

Strippin’ knuckle to the glistenin’ bone,

Oh it’s a shit-fight! hell-right! down to the Boulevarde,

Crackles in the blisterin’ heat,

Where all the women they dress like high priced hookers,

And the men all spit in the street.

Oh I set out this mornin’ in steel capped shoes,

I paid a hard earned dollar for all the bad news,

All to sell my soul to these ignorant mongrels,

They can’t stop me thinkin’ of you.

Oh, I shove aside the human tide,

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