St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade Lights on the silhouette He's insubordinate Coming at you on
Christmas Day Driving the cattle over snow covered-plains All of the good gifts given today Ours is the sky and the wide open range Back in the city
plans we made And nobody's gonna rain on our parade Well there's a red light blinking on an empty street Church bells ringing in the dog day heat The
she held her breath She knew one day that she would be Dreamin' out loud Free to fly high and proud She's living for the day When she'll hear the people
down the track Two martyrs in a world that would never be the same Among the midnight runners and the teenage stunners Searching for the light of day
space For all the love we should be growing [Chorus:] We just need a little earth to stand on Plant our hearts on solid ground Turn the lights out on this city
all won't make it Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made" If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwayne Wade Three dice cee-lo, three card molly Labour Day Parade
you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, Neeeew Yooorrrkkkk [Bridge: Alicia Keys] One hand in the air for the big city Street lights
the good gifts given today; Ours is the sky and the wide open range. Back in the cities, they have different ways, Football and eggnog and Christmas parades
Shrill as a choir of children Urgent like the first day of May False and inflatable feeling Tugs at my senses, big as the Macy's Parade One brick on top
rhyme, it helps the night turn to day I churn my way through this nine to five and urban decay Believe me it's bleak, and though the city's breaths in
divided by fighting tribes, all we do is watch em waddle back and forth lighting fires. Money-Money Detonator, wire-cutter, pliars. Two cities enter,
all the day long Puffing on a sack, until all the hate gone Steady running, through my veins I gotta go and get a pocket full of change, hustling before all the day
a mothafucka Homie gimme mine's paid I come stompin like a parade, the escapade Psychotic anolyisis as I consume a whole carton of mushrooms We clear sight, the day lights
Devouring until the system's slain The rage imposed it overflows Pensive reason slows And at dawn its on to kill the light of day You taunt the fraying
Day, driving the cattle over snow covered-plains. All of the good gifts given today, ours is the sky and the wide open range. Back in the cities they
me?, ?cos? all my friends are fading day to day?. Tell me is this what you?re reading; would you believe me when I say? [Chorus:] That the light that