| Lyrics |
I got some hard times
Two punks up on the subway
It's a long way to go
To get to Leicester Square
A hard line
It's the one you gotta cross
The one you gotta cross
To get you anywhere
Michael's on his way to pay back syndication
A fist ? and his backstreet education
The 8-ball stops him low
Demonstrations show
It's crystal clear it ain't so great for those who become broken in here yeah
I got none
I got no mind for... nothing
I got no insight, I got no feelings
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here
The clockers (?) that could swamp us now, the prime objective: Fear
To rob us for some different ? places no one near
The tension begins to grow? so
He ? yeah
I got none
I got no mind for... nothing
I got no insight, I got no feelings
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here
Yeah!!!
Ah no no!!!
ah no!!!
Ah no no no no!!!
I got some hard times
Two punks up on the subway
It's a long way to go
To get to Leicester Square
A hard line
It's the one you gotta cross
The one you gotta cross
To get you anywhere
Mike gets whipped, his boy-face slapped around a cheap cigar
His gang could sing cause they're always seeing the trouble from afar
He act so (?apropos?) ? stall
He makes his point then jumps in
joint to the backseat with a bottle of beer (?mulatto girl?)
I got none
I got no mind for... nothing
I got no insight, I got no feelings
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here
Yeah!!!
Ah no no!!!
Ah no!!!
Ah no no no no
I got some hard times
Two punks up on the subway
It's a long way to go
To get to Leicester Square
A hard line
It's the one you gotta cross
The one you gotta cross
To get you anywhere
Yeah!!!
You see I got none
I got no mind for... nothing
I got no insight, I got no feelings
I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here
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