Lyrics This Is a Life - Mogg Way

This Is a Life

Paris Gardens, East Central 1
little piece of heaven, a piece of the sun
Card sharks, hustlers, damaged goods
Wasted youth and these baby hoods
Get on board the train, we’re going down
Coming home again, we’re the talk of the town
Dustbins banging on the wall, cat drags his tail down the hall
Men are fighting in the street
This is the life of the people I meet, out on my street
Lawyers and bankers, cleaners and clerks,
Winos, junkies, liars and jerks
Doctors and jewelers and dogs that glow
This is the life, these are people I know
Riding on a wave, and we’re looking down
Nothing left to say, still the talk of the town
Dustbins banging on the wall, cat drags tail down the hall
Men are fighting in the street
this is the life of the people I meet out on my street
German Pinschers selling porky pies
mystic gurus hand them alibis
Somewhere here there’s a symphony
Oh baby please, must be you and me Dustbins banging on the wall, cat drags his tail down the hall
Men are fighting in the street, this is the life of the people I meet
Out on my street
Angry neighbors kiss their bawling kids
Macho men hide under bonnet lids
Tough nuts, wrestlers, and barroom brawls,
Velvet mafia make that call