Am I the tourist on your street?. Outside the cafes where the thirty-pluses meet. And talk about the weather. And things that you should see Am I the tourist on your street? All day, every other
everywhere,. You can see them on the streets of London town; They've found a tourist attraction,. It's a bobby on the beat,. Yes a tourist attraction,. They're all looking at his feet,. And the blue rinse
stand and stare And in the street taxi cabs crawl around for vice. To the sound of the tourists in the casino. Rattling the dice. Money, money I'm just another tourist checking out the slums. With my
. Lallallaalalalaaa. * off. . Tourist Trap. . Save the dollar, mama. Take the picture and run. Losen the collar, papa. This could be so much fun. . Trickle trickle dollar. Take the picture and run
. Lallallaalalalaaa. * off. . Tourist Trap. . Save the dollar, mama. Take the picture and run. Losen the collar, papa. This could be so much fun. . Trickle trickle dollar. Take the picture and run
I got a chrome plated heart. Wings on these fingers, trying to tear it apart. I got angels crying from up above. And they got rust in their eyes, they got rust on their love But I have learned to
At home he feels like a tourist. At home he feels like a tourist. He fills his head with culture. He gives himself an ulcer. He fills his head with culture. He gives himself an ulcer. . Down
At home he feels like a tourist. At home he feels like a tourist. He fills his head with culture. He gives himself an ulcer. He fills his head with culture. He gives himself an ulcer. . Down
I got a chrome-plated heart. I got wings on these fingers trying to tear it apart. I got angels crying from up above. And they got rust in their eyes. They got rust on their love. But I have
I got a chrome-plated heart. I got wings on these fingers trying to tear it apart. I got angels crying from up above. And they got rust in their eyes. They got rust on their love. But I have
