You always wanted to be Part of a circus company For the fun and death defying But in time you forgot life is small in the big top And your dreams were
A war's being waged and the world's just a stage in this city The real estate's prime, the number plates rhyme, liquidity Wear a gun and be proud, but
Listen up and take a minute I need to tell you why I do the things the way I do and weeks are flying by I'm trying to fill a void in my life these days
If I could plant a tree for every time I used to hear you say Life runs through your hands like water Our backyard would be a forest now Sometimes I feel
It's in taxis it's on trains In airports hopping planes The silence moving on contains It's in all the in-betweens In the day to day routines In over
She's too blue-eyed possibly Then again she couldn't be One two she knows kung fu Three four kicked in my door Five six I can't believe it What a mess
Here in the city the measure is frozen Billboards are screaming nothing is real In every small town there's air you can breathe in It's not about the
I wish you smelled a little funny Not just funny really bad We could roam the streets forever Just Ilke cats but we'd never stray I sometimes wish you
Where I'm from there are no mountains And time is standing still Where I'm from there's barely space left Still they're running up a hill Where I'm from
Only when you're in California You drive along the coast The towns you pass are often ruthless They leave you chasing ghosts Leave you chasing ghosts
When I was little I wanted to be king I built castles in the air but never found my way in For a week I was Rambo but couldn't take the pace Then I thought
It took a while but now I see My old man worked for the KGB The government found out about His work and had to take him out It took a while but now I
I was born a poor man's son, and followin' tradition When I came of age I hit the road, and followed blind ambition I served my time and payed my dues
I gotta gal I love in North an' South Dakota, There ain't no difference in my love, not one iota, I guess the two gals put me one above the quota,
And so we say We ain't got life Don't want a cardboard cut-out Don't want a plastic knife Now I know time can march With it's charging feet Now I know
I wanna reach out over the Loch And feel your hand across the water Walk with you along an unapproved road Not looking over my shoulder I wanna see and
E il sud, e il nord sto ancora insegnando a me stesso il sud, il nord. E Il sud, e il nord sto ancora insegnando a me stesso il sud, il nord. Pioggia
(Strummer/Rhodes) And so we say We ain't got life Don't want a cardboard cut-out Don't want a plastic knife Now I know, time can march With it's chargin
