STREETS IS DEAD Songtext
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Streets is dead, the old man said
Corduroy jacket smells of cigarettes
Nought to prove except his untimely end
Needs a purpose in this town
This grey old town will be the downfall
Maybe one day he′ll get his own way
But until then he's watching the cars

Is it me? Who one day
Have the pleasure
Is it me? Who one day
Have the pleasure
Is it me? Who one day
Have the pleasure
Is it me? Who one day
Have the pleasure


Streets is dead, it′s a ghost town he says
Mind full of tissue and a breath full of regret
Sleeves are chewed, his only food
Day by day he's withering away
Getting old that's his only goal
Cus he′s looking for control and he′s looking for it now
Maybe one day he'll get his own way but until then he′s watching the cars

Is it me? Who one day
Have the pleasure
Is it me? Who one day
Have the pleasure
Is it me? Who one day
Have the pleasure
Is it me? Who one day
Have the pleasure

Get out his way cus he's looking for control
Get out his way cus he′s looking for control
Get out his way cus he's looking for control
Get out his way cus he′s looking for control
Control
Control


Is it me? Who one day
Have the pleasure
Is it me? Who one day
Have the pleasure
Is it me? Who one day
Have the pleasure
Is it me? Who one day
Have the pleasure