
Date of issue: 08.09.2013
Song language: English
Broadway |
«It ain’t my fault |
It’s 6 'o'clock in the morning» |
He said |
As he came up out of the night |
When he found I had no coins to bum, |
He began to testify |
Born in a depression |
Born out of good luck |
Born into misery |
— In the back of a truck. |
I’m telling you this mister |
Don’t be put off by looks |
I been in the ring and I took those right hooks |
Oh the loneliness |
Used to knock me out — harder than the rest |
And I’ve worked for breakfast |
'N I ain’t had no lunch |
I been on delivery and received every punch |
Suddenly I noticed that it weren’t quite the same |
Feel different one morning maybe it was the rain |
But everywhere I looked all over the city |
They’re runnin’in an out of the bars |
Someone stopped for a pick-up driving one of those cars |
Y’see I allways wanted one of those cars |
Long black 'n shiny an’pull up to the bars |
Honk your horn, put down your windows, push yer button, |
Hear it coming in You can say I can see the light… roll! |
Forward! |
Drive! |
Green lights! |
Green lights! |
Intersection city coming a running comeback home I run back |
Not that strong now |
Yes who’s there now, can I help you? |
Calling Intel station light |
Did you put your money in? |
Yes I put it in It say go, I say go, she say go, so we say go Cos I can see the light all night tonight this night right now |
Coming on forward motion across the ocean |
An’up the hills yeh boys let’s strike for the hills |
While that petrol tank is full |
Gimme a push gimme a pull |
Gimme a llama gimme a mule |
Gimme a donkey or gimme a horse |
Down the avenue |
So fine |
In style |