Streets

Cigarettes and alcohol
The drugs you stole in the name of rock and roll
You say the boulevard of broken dreams is so cliché it seems
Even if I die a sinner
I'm in hell now, I'm the winner
'Cause you told me to forget about
Who I really am

Gonna tell me I'm wasted
Gonna tell me I'll do my time
Gonna tell me I'm so disgraceful
Can't you tell me I'll be fine?
Say, the streets will light up for you
The streets will light up for you

Cynthia, the lipstick queen
Money seeking, conniving prospect slave
Just another user, she'll confuse ya
Might as well burn the note you gave

Enough of this tomfoolery
The cash, the car, the house, the jewellery
'Cause you told me to forget about
Who I really am

Gonna tell me I'm wasted
Gonna tell me I'll do my time
Gonna tell me I'm so disgraceful
Can't you tell me I'll be fine?
And say, the streets will light up for you
The streets will light up for you

All the kids, the party scene
They'll keep you keen with twenty dollar bills and lines of pills
The crime is breaking into the house for one last kiss

Enough of this tomfoolery
The cash, the car, the house, the jewellery
'Cause you told me to forget about
Who I really am

Gonna tell me I'm wasted
Gonna tell me I'll do my time
Gonna tell me I'm so disgraceful
Can't you tell me I'll be fine?
And say, the streets will light up for you
The streets will light up for you

(Gonna tell me I'm wasted)
(Gonna tell me I'll do my time)
(Gonna tell me I'm so disgraceful)
(Can't you tell me I'll be fine?)
(And say, the streets will light up for you)
(The streets will light up for you)



Credits
Writer(s): Harry Westlake, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
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