Back In N.Y.C.
I see faces and traces of home back in New York City! Aha.
So you think I'm a tough kid? Is that what you heard?
Yeh- well I like to see some action and it gets into my blood.
They call me the trail blazer, Rael-electric razor.
I'm the pitcher in the chain gang, we don't believe in pain
'Cos we're only as strong, yes, we're only as strong,
As the weakest link in the chain.
Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen,
I had to get it out of me, if you know what I mean, what I mean.
Uuuhh! You say I must be crazy, 'cos I don't care who I hit, who I hit.
But I know it's me that's hitting out and I'm, I'm not full of shit.
I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong.
This is your mess I'm stuck in, I really don't belong.
When I take out my bottle, filled up high with gasoline,
You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, he has been.
As I cuddled the porcupine you said I had none to blame, but me.
Held my heart, deep in hair, time to shave, shave it off, it off.
No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape.
Off we go. Off we go. Off we go. Off we go.
You're sitting in your comfort, you don't believe I'm real,
You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel.
Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash,
But it was mine in the first place, so I'll burn it to ash.
And I've tasted all the strongest meats,
And laid down, down in coloured sheets. I laid down in coloured sheets
Who needs illusion of love and affection
When you're out walking in the streets with your mainline connection? Connection.
As I cuddled the porcupine, you said I had none to blame, but me.
Held my heart, deep in hair, time to shave, shave it off, it off.
No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape.
So you think I'm a tough kid? Is that what you heard?
Yeh- well I like to see some action and it gets into my blood.
They call me the trail blazer, Rael-electric razor.
I'm the pitcher in the chain gang, we don't believe in pain
'Cos we're only as strong, yes, we're only as strong,
As the weakest link in the chain.
Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen,
I had to get it out of me, if you know what I mean, what I mean.
Uuuhh! You say I must be crazy, 'cos I don't care who I hit, who I hit.
But I know it's me that's hitting out and I'm, I'm not full of shit.
I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong.
This is your mess I'm stuck in, I really don't belong.
When I take out my bottle, filled up high with gasoline,
You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, he has been.
As I cuddled the porcupine you said I had none to blame, but me.
Held my heart, deep in hair, time to shave, shave it off, it off.
No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape.
Off we go. Off we go. Off we go. Off we go.
You're sitting in your comfort, you don't believe I'm real,
You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel.
Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash,
But it was mine in the first place, so I'll burn it to ash.
And I've tasted all the strongest meats,
And laid down, down in coloured sheets. I laid down in coloured sheets
Who needs illusion of love and affection
When you're out walking in the streets with your mainline connection? Connection.
As I cuddled the porcupine, you said I had none to blame, but me.
Held my heart, deep in hair, time to shave, shave it off, it off.
No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
No time for romantic escape, when your fluffy heart is ready for rape.
Credits
Writer(s): Phil Collins, Michael Rutherford, Steve Hackett, Peter Gabriel, Anthony Banks
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