Walking down the road. With an old blade in your hand,. Johnny too bad, that's what they say. Walking down the road. With a blade in your waist,. Johnny too bad, Johnny too bad. Don't you play
Walking down the road. With an old blade in your hand,. Johnny too bad, that's what they say. Walking down the road. With a blade in your waist,. Johnny too bad, Johnny too bad. Don't you play
bargain today. Chief, take it away Come, you busted cityslickers. Better take it on the chin. Father Nick has lost his knickers. Give it back to the Indians Take all the reds. On the boxes made for
Song Motor City Resurrection - The 69 Eyes. The city's the bitch. We're its misfit kids. Raised on the streets. When we cut honey. We bleed. Dancin' on the dead beat. Motor City Resurrection Honey
Hot town, summer in thecity. Back of my neck gettin dirty and gritty. Been down, isnt it a pity. Doesnt seem to be a shadow in thecity All around people lookin half dead. Walkin on the sidewalk
Walkin' thru the sleepy city. In the dark it looks so pretty. Till I got to the one cafe. That stays open night and day Just a lookin' at the sleepy city. In the night it looks so pretty. No one
We're in the heart of thecity. Where the alligator roams. I ain't got one penny. Just got a shirt on my back. I left home in a hurry. I ain't never goin' back. I'm lookin' for a lover in the
