Tekster: Thunderhead. Behind The Eight-ball. Life In The City.

[Music & Lyrics: T. Pulit]

I picked up my head
I hang it out the window
Listen to my world
Seems so far away

Feelin' isolation
I'm the one who feels the pain
Send me a card
Or drop a line

Down in the streets, I can't believe
These rapes and murders I got to see
I try to hide it
Hide it from my mind
Why am I tryin' to be so blind

So tell me
How can you beat life in the city
Maybe tomorrow it will hit me
The world will always
Be with sorrow
I got to believe
There's a better way

I let time pass
Right trough my hands
Why can't I just stand
And be a man
This pain and heartache
It bites trough my bones
And I know I'm not
The only one alone