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Streets Been Talkin'

 

Streets Been Talkin'

(album: Fatherland - 2017)


From the palace of Versailles
To the streets of Peckham Rye
You crave the dizziest of heights
But we're caught out at the lights
The streets been talking
By now you should have known
That all that glitters is not gold
And there are times we must say no
Our fathers warned us so
The streets been talking

Me and my bae's
Going out tonight
I'm too tired
For another fight
I've got no fight left

I could write a good-time song
That says how happy I've become
Now I use my knife and fork
And never forget to wash up
The streets been talking
But it would not be the truth
Just like your DTPM tattoo
Don't you know how dumb you look?
Leave those days behind you
The streets been talking

Me and my bae's
Going out tonight
I'm too tired
For another fight
I've got no fight left

I'm trying to kick a habit
I'm trying to kick a habit
I'm trying to kick a habit
I'm trying to kick a habit
Oh Xanthi, can't you see
What these years have done to me?
It's bad
This time words will not explain
Johnny Saint James caught the last plane
And I'm tired
I'm too tired for a fight

From the palace of Versailles
To the streets of Peckham Rye
You crave the dizziest of heights
But we're still caught out at the lights
The streets been talking
With a game of "let's pretend"
Hiding bottles in the bin
Life can seem a kind of blue
When you're living in the red
The streets been talking

And me and my bae's
Going out tonight
I'm too tired
For another fight
I've got no fight left

I'm trying to kick a habit
I'm trying to kick a habit
I'm trying to kick a habit
I'm trying to kick a habit
Oh Xanthi, can't you see
What these years have done to me?
It's bad
This time words will not explain
Johnny Saint James caught the last plane
And I'm tired
I'm too tired for a fight

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