I’ve
been told in the name of something
I’ve got to know what it means to play the game
Too many faces around they’re talking
They play their parts oh, so well but who’s to blame
Back on the streets, that’s where we are
Building a fortress of power, yeah! We’re coming
You know better than me the rules are:
Getting better or fat in the mania
It’s good to know who is who in our game
The speed is faster, it’s harder to see where we are
Back on the streets. . .
Please Mister Know-how just bring me the news
I’m waiting so long for you telling me all you can tell
There’s one thing about you, you’re dying to prove
The master plan is yours and living with knowledge is hell
Back on the streets. . .
|
|
|