| And all I’ve got is this
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| Transistor radio
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| Tuned in to rockers (?)
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| Quarter bag and a quarter beer
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| And empty wallet
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| There ain’t no water left in the wishing well
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| And I’m pulling up fast on the gates of hell
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| It it don’t seem like there’s much hope in this world
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| Left to beg, steal, or borrow
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| And when the smoke clears
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| In the occupied zone
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| In the final days the truth shall be knows
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| And the promises they made weren’t promises at all
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| Just lies
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| And it’s cold on the street when the winds blow
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| Down Columbus avenue
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| Whatcha gonna do when they judge you?
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| Whatcha gonna do when it’s over?
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| And it’s cold on the street when the winds blow
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| Down Columbus avenue
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| Whatcha gonna do when it’s over?
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| Whatcha gonna do when it’s through?
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| And this old tale’s four walls (?)
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| Keep closing in on me
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| And this whole town
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| Ain’t nothing like it used to be
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| And on the dashboard of a stolen Caprice
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| The virgin Mary blesses the thief
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| Watches over the fallen, the weak and the shepardless
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| And the rain keeps falling
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| Like a heart attack, man
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| And the lights are flashing
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| And the sirens calling
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| And I never wanter it to end this way
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| But what can I do?
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| And it’s cold on the street when the winds blow
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| Down Columbus avenue
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| Whatcha gonna do when they judge you?
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| Whatcha gonna do when it’s over?
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| And it’s cold on the street when the winds blow
|
| Down Columbus avenue
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| Whatcha gonna do when it’s over?
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| Whatcha gonna do when it’s through?
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| And I’ve got is this
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| Transistor radio
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| And I’ve got is this
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| Transistor radio
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| And I’ve got is this
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| Transistor radio
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| And I’ve got is this
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| Transistor radio |