Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song King Street, artist - Stu Larsen.
Date of issue: 10.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
King Street |
Well, I’m wandering these city streets |
There’s nothing here for me |
All I see is people running round |
Buying shit they don’t need |
There’s a man begging down on King Street |
And he grabs me by the wrist |
He says 'Son, you know what the biggest killer in this world is? |
It’s not money, not drugs, not guns' |
He said, 'It's loneliness |
And it’s killing me |
Mm, this loneliness |
It’s bringing me down' |
And he’ll sleep where the darkness falls, he won’t get no curtain calls |
And he’s only got one pair of shoes |
But he’s got more serenity than the rest of humanity |
They’ve been tricked into waiting in queues |
And his father is dying, he’s got something inside of him |
It makes him feel more wrong than right |
And his mother’d be lying if she said she weren’t crying |
Herself to sleep every night |
Every night |
He sees a woman waiting at the station steps |
Her conversation fills the air |
She’s telling the world about the trouble she’s seen |
But no one can hear |
And he wanders into a church with its doors wide open |
And he’s welcomed in with a half-hearted smile |
Some guy tells him he’s found all the answers |
To things like money and drugs and guns |
Old man says, 'What about this loneliness? |
'Cause it’s killing me |
Mm, this loneliness |
It’s bringing me down' |
And I’ll sleep where the darkness falls, I won’t get no curtain calls |
And I’ve only got one pair of shoes |
But I’ve got more serenity than the rest of humanity |
They’ve been tricked into waiting in queues |
And my father is dying, he’s got something inside of him |
It makes him feel more wrong than right |
And my mother’d be lying if she said she weren’t crying |
Herself to sleep every night |
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh |
And my father is dying, he’s got something inside of him |
It makes him feel more wrong than right |
And my mother’d be lying if she said she weren’t crying |
Herself to sleep every night |
And my father is dying, he’s got something inside of him |
It makes him feel more wrong than right |
And my mother’d be lying if she said she weren’t crying |
Herself to sleep every night |
Every night |
Every night |
Every night |
Well, I’m wandering these city streets |
There’s nothing here for me |