Dirt City

I'm still ill and she's sick of me
I could do another infinity
It's not real I live in a dream
A cup of tea or just nicotine

I'm trying to lick the dirt out of the heart of the city
And keep it burning in my lungs
I'm still tryna talk to her
Ends up stuck on the tip of my tongue
The cold's biting it's not even warm inside
I stumble, ping pong through the neon lights
He can match any colour that's in your eyes
I can match any colour I'm hypnotised
Acid rain
Still pouring down on me
Still pouring down on me
Sprawled out in the middle of the street
And I'm going nowhere
And I'm going nowhere

I'm still ill and she's sick of me
I could do another infinity
It's not real I live in a dream
Cup of tea or just nicotine
I'm still ill and she's sick of me
I could do another infinity
It's not real I live in a dream
Cup of tea or just nicotine

I live in a dream
I live in a dream
I live in a dream
I live in a dream
Going nowhere
And I'm going nowhere
And I'm going nowhere
And I'm going nowhere
Going nowhere



Credits
Writer(s): Joe South
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