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had a bun in the oven It was a hot cross bun A bun that was damn hot and angry Just puffing and steaming to be someone It was the 50s, there was war in the streets With Mussolini and his gangster's Raiding Greek houses For blood, and for meat

everyone in new york would pay to see andrew lloyd webber May his trousers fall down as he bows to the queen and the crown I don't know what tune the orchestra played But it went by me sickly sentimental Can i have another piece of chocolate cak

go down that street In those shoes that squeak ’cause I get afraid that you might not come home Careful how you speak When you’re on the street ’cause they’ve broken down all the telephones Don’t go down that street, no no no Don’t go down that street, no no no Don

s wheat in the field And water in the stream And salt in the mine And an aching in me I can no longer stand and wonder 'Cos I'm driven by this hunger So I'll jug some water, bake some flour Store some salt and wait the hour While I'm thinking of love Love is

I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy 'Cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy Tell me what can a poor boy do 'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town There's just no place fo

was a child I was on fire but I stayed alive while all else died I held my breath what could I say and I closed my eyes like marvin gaye but now I've had enough it's in the drugs it's in the drugs it's in the drugs, ahhh it's in the drugs you had your plan a heavy hand

(push it to the limit) Port of miami (uhhh) Importing the candy (uhhh) Aint got nothign to lose (nah) I'm just supporting my family (push it to the limit) Never traffic for fun (fun) Only traffic for funds (funds) All i seen is the sruggle (struggle)

are the stars always winkin' and blinkin' above? What makes a fellow start thinkin' of fallin' in love? It's not the season, the reason is plain as the moon It's just Elmer's Tune What makes a lady of eighty go out on the loose? Why does a gand

butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk Are secretly unhappy men because The butcher, the baker, the grocer, the clerk Get paid for what they do but no applause They’d gladly bid their dreary jobs goodbye For anything theatrical and why There’s

little girls, they run up the street, they're beginning to dance for all to see. Wanting for something that they can't find, so they shift their hips and they get in a little grind, singing oh oh oh oh, singing a la la la Steal the bread from the baker man, and you make a fist wit

s a girl from a dirty neighborhood, she wants your love, and she is looking good She will fight for you love mate, she always thinks that she is great. Well, she's a dirty street fighter, dirty street fighter, a dirty street fighter, well, she's a dirty street fighter.

ve been high on love I've been on my knees I've been stuck in the middle Now you know how it feels I'm back on my feet Down on the street Yes, I'm back on the street I feel the sound of the beat You know I'm down on the street I'm here to stay Yes I'm back on the street I hear

comin' out around the world be ready for a brand new beat Oh, summer's here and the time is right, oh, for dancing in the street Dancing in Chicago (dancing in the street) Down in New Orleans (dancing in the street) In New York City (dancing in the str

heard the sound of voices in the night Spellbound There was someone calling I looked around No one was in sight Pulled down And I kept on falling I've seen this place before You were standing by my side I've seen your face before tonight Maybe I just see what

out around the world Are you ready for a brand new beat Summer's here and the time is right For dancing in the street (dancing in the street) They're dancing in Chicago (dancing in the street) Down in New Orleans (dancing in the street) In New

sugar baby, yeah She thought she was the best thing around She thought she was the hottest chick in town So scared of getting wrinkles to fold That pig was always digging for diamond and gold Bridge: She never noticed the girl in the corner She never noticed the girl standing ther

don't like cities, but I like New York Other places make me feel like a dork Los Angeles is for people who sleep Paris and London, baby you can keep Baby you can keep (7x) Refrén: Other cities always make me mad Other places always make me sad

m like a freight train Feelin' no pain I never turn back one track Better step aside Like a shotgun I'm really someone You'll feel my heatwave Won't save anyone near to me I'm steel So come and try to bend me if you can, hah I don't feel Before you know it it's over Get out

passes by the window No one takes it as a sign No one cares which way the wind blows Someone's got to change your mind Every bone has been broken Rumours all lost at sea Every word every language has been spoken Someone's got to set you free I'm going to wa

a bus comes in on the Hollywood freeway in the dark A face catches sight of home, though at this spirited town Such a beating of the heart and a hope deep down inside They say the streets are paved with gold But it sure looks kind of cold outside Steppin' on the sidewalk

me take you for a ride far away from the upper side we're going down to the mean street Johnny's got a brand new 38 he thinks it's gonna cure his hate Ah it's all done in the mean street It's the state of grace and It's all done in the mean street Take my hand and c

on girl Let's sneak out of this party It's getting boring There's more to life than this It's still early morning We could go down to the harbour And jump between the boats And see the sun come up I could nick a boat And sneak off to this island I could bring my little

night At the corner cafe I had me some drinks And I'm feeling my way The moon's on the rise And it looks like A night for romance Shuffling down Pass the local hotel Doing the rounds And I'm under a spell Must be the place Yes I knew When

the dark end of the street That's where we always meet Hiding in shadows where we don't belong Living in darkness to hide our wrong You and me at the dark end of the street You and me I know time is gonna take its toll We have to pay for what we sto

the dark end of the street that is where we always meet hiding in shadows where we don't belong living in darkness, to hide alone You and me, at the dark end of the street You and me I know a time has gonna take it's toll we have to pay for the love we stole It's a sin and we kn

tell you every street's a boulevard in old New York Every street's a highway of your dreams It's a thrill to shop on 34th street Or down in Union Square We like the people you meet On Mulberry street, have you ever been there Every street's a boulevard in old New York So keep smi

dreamin' Electronic healer Plugged in the groove Not a thought in my head Oh, you shook me away girl Remember words that you said Have a taste of another kind of fruit boy Why not make all your dreams come all real It's easy just keep your eyes open Put your shoulder to th

I was younger My daddy told me I would never Never amount to nothing special He'd come at me from every angle He'd say You're the last thing I wanted the last thing I need How am I gonna answer when my friends tell me My son was kissing boys in the street My son w

who seh, sensimilla Ah who seh, lambsbread I till ya Ah who seh, sensimilla The wicked man, the wicked man deh'pon the street A whole heap of wind-ups deh'pon the street Thiefing, looting, lying, me seh dep'pon the street A hustling, a hustling deh'pon

is the night Lonely till dawn Cry for the light For the love that won't come You said that you'd never Leave me alone I gave you my heart You cried for my soul An angel won't come This devil won't go Something is wrong I just can

Intro] Hey you want me to mack you Well, check this out baby You was flying commercial when I met you baby Yeah, bitch didn’t even had a passport But check this out It’s ricky ross, maybach music And I wanna do something different today baby I wanna know what qualify you to f*** wi

... mmm ... mmm, this dark lonely street here am i, i walk alone, i have no love of my own now each shadow i pass is my looking glass on this dark lonely street i'm in love with the dream, of a girl i've never seen out of reach, out of sight, will i find her tonight

whole country is scared of failure. My head keeps trying to sell me ambition, But in my heart, I want self-respect. There's a conflict. Boy, I feel so outgunned today But I'll get up and fight back, anyway You and I are not huge mainstream stars But unlike them, we're rea

the dark end of the street Well that's where we'll always meet Hiding in shadows where we don't belong Livin' in darkness to hide our own You and me At the dark end of the street You and me I know that time's gonna take it's toll We have to pay for the love we s

doin, what they shouldn't be doin Everybodys doin it in the middle of the street Everybodys movin what they shouldn't be movin Everybodys movin it in the middle of the street Improper dancing in the middle of the street Improper dancing in the middle of th

don't know till you been in my corner know till you been in my shoes Know if your love is for true yeah Only them who feel it knows only them who feel it knows. Ah boys in the street giving it to me. Alright boys in the street giving it to me. Oh and

your hands in the air You better take care Your money or your life Don't think twice Gonna get what they need It ain't nothing but greed Better watch what you do Or you'll know that your through What would you do If they were looking at you What would you sa

have often walked down the street before But the pavement always Stayed beneath my feet before All at once am I Several stories high Knowing I'm on the street where you live Are there lilac trees In the heart of town? Can you hear a lark in any other part of tow

have often walked Down this street before But the pavement always Stayed beneath my feet before All at once am I Several stories high Knowing I'm on the street where you live Are there lilac trees In the heart of town? Can you hear a lark in any other part o

wrong's goin' on today... people with nothing getting thrown away too much blood spilled by diseased minds filled with fear, yeah they're all filled with fear so many broken faces everywhere i look killing of spirits people hold the power lights in their eyes have been

have often walked Down the street before, But the pavement always Stayed beneath my feet before. All at once am I Several stories high, Knowing I'm on the street where you live. Are there lilac trees In the heart of town? Can you hear a lark in

oh ooh) like a damn parade i see the way you look when you look at my way i see the way you look when you look at my way walkin down the street and you know what they say walkin walkin down the street and you know what they say the boys go hi and t

the butcher And bless the baker Accountants of bankers Jazz men and boxes Bless the bored And bless the battered The worn the torn And the tattered And those that can go either way Those that can go either way Those that can go either way Those t

draws the curtain wide And brushes back her hair She stands before the mirror Wondering what to wear But she knows no one will care So easy to forget Just another sad affair The girl on angel street So she waits for the call Knowing only too well A photograph a dusty window

I sit here with this urgency And nobody to the side of me All quiet and alone Needing answers of the unknown Flitting between the real and aloof A strenghtening pulse of these blues Sketched out and oh so confused Just keep calling Put it down

you come and go with me Down that Mississippi We’ll take a boat to the land of dreams Come along with me on, down to new orleans Now the band’s there to greet us Old friends will meet us Where all them folks goin to the St. Louis cemetary meet

re paying just to breathe With every move we make For every hand that reaches out to give A hand reaches out to take Think of money It seems funny when people playing games Pay the butcher, pay the baker Pay the taxman, pay me later It's on

and all attendant memories Crowd the day with unrelated histories Each year leaves its unresolving fantasies To hang around each corner Hang around each street. Thick with ghosts, the wind whips round in circuitries Carrying words as strangers exchange pleas

heat is on, on the street Inside your head, on every beat And the beat's so loud, deep inside The pressure's high, just to stay alive 'Cause the heat is on Oh woo oh ho, oh woo oh ho Caught up in the action I've been looking out for you Oh woo oh ho, oh woo oh ho Tell me can

wears his Sunday best Mother's tired she needs a rest The kids are playing up downstairs Sister's sighing in her sleep Brother's got a date to keep He can't hang around Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our Our house