beacon street Songtext
von The Widowers

Things are getting tough on Beacon Street
Looking for a pair of eyes for my face to meet
Silly boys and girls, all dressed crude
Staring at the lights in my rearview
Now they′re blinding, so bittersweet
Things are getting tough here on Beacon Street


Things are getting tough down on Beacon Street
I stop to rub the blisters banging on my feet
Can't take the way my old house looks
Room′s now storage, encyclopedia books
Growing up, we never read a thing
Things are getting tough here on Beacon Street

Throwing rocks against the pavement
Like they knew the feeling of regret
Throwing rocks against the pavement
Like they knew the feeling of regret

Acting out so neighbors can see
Things are getting tough here on Beacon Street
Acting out so neighbors can see
Things are getting tough here on Beacon Street
Acting out so neighbors can see
Things are getting tough here on Beacon Street