Brought up in the neighborhood of restlessness Brought up in the neighborhood without dreams Brought up in the neighborhood around death We all discover
Love is the pavement Splitting your heart Slow diamond's no laughter Sweep the hell hound trail Translate the faces Wash off the dust Smoke plume twilight
The faces we carried broke apart Believe in the powered distance fade From the dying dust a marauding shine For the shedded skin and soul Smile upon
Three generations can't be wrong Roll around, roll around with their favorite songs Vinyl disc with power to hypnotize Visions of blues and jump and jive
Happy hair with fashion eye Climbed up the Ivory Tower Just forgot what the game was for Just forgot what the game was for Sing the streets of silence
A mobile means to make the time A whirlwind half mast the senses Shaking your own brand of rhyme Shaking your own brand of rhyme On wide avenues The
When the world wants right and wrong Could you break me the news If i asked you to lie Would you tell me the truth In this darkest hour A brave face
Living on medication Don't wanna know what I've done Place to place, on the run Living on medication Living on medication Wanted to slow the world down
Who'll work the assembly line? Who'll pull the freight on time? Who'll work the all night haul? Who'll explain it all when the wheels don't move? Bigger
Got caught up in a breakaway dream Destination city of New Orleans Cheap motels and [Incomprehensible] Cross some bridges for eternity Headed west for
Hand in hand there are angels that are holding warning signs Show you the way like teachers and prophets of doom Everyone has their idols, there will
Jet pilot for the day, washed his sins away Loves to see the rangers play His daddy has a job in Washington Wants to raise a Harvard son Junior liked
Nothing to take back or exchange Double engine dawn express train Always dreamin', it's the search not the find Louder than sounds on stream machine
I took a night shift, another nickel on the dime Try to play it straight and make it different this time Still waiting to meet the next ex-wife It's either
Written about to death Around for another breath The cops will run The masses will flow Killed by consolidation Killed by saturation The underground
Facing the crossroads we've come to Waited and we're sinking thoughts of heresy It's been slow, a good show, just the same Been hanging on so long, hanging
Riding waves of sound 300 miles from metropolitan Grapes are wrapped all around Riding waves of sound Written lines is everyone's own story Find a spot
Had a thought that consumed a good for bad I can reckon I can never beat the wheel There's a white tap stealing a nightmare Shadows laughing and making