Judge em on the up, It's bound to be bad luck running ways to survive, You judge a man by the he takes his faith and place himself Up in the dreamscape, Free the trappings The will trap him, The will tap him And lights look bright in the city And one day might be his city He got dreams than Luther King, The pipes of mightÿ do for him But some get by keeping the peace, In easy reach and quick to squeeze
The role a hold of you, Becomes the of you, You'reÿ at the stolen youth, The egg, the and the golden goose. The takes a hold of you, Becomes the of you, You'reÿ at the stolen youth, The egg, the clucker and the goose.
among thieves is the talk of a fool The protection is the talk of your tool Decent people just stand by pure happy it's not him How does the madness last How long is a piece of better off being mad as a... And then you wont to face a thing Run and a french kiss to chaos firm and waiting for the pay off These areÿ those of days it aint no use in being afraid
The game here cuts strings it's rules The game played here has a couple of The pain is life, the painÿ is plain as life, it's plain as breath
The takes a hold of you, Becomes the of you, You'reÿ at the stolen youth, The egg, the clucker and the goose. The role takes a of you, Becomes the of you, You'reÿ at the stolen youth, The egg, the and the golden goose.