City Boy Blues

(альбом: Theatre Of Pain - 1985)

Fireflies and dogfights
Running hot in the heat
Street noise, another bribe
Things too hard to believe
so head out

My heart's in the country
My feet's in the city with you
All my friends are eating sushi
Talking bad about you know who who who
My tongue's talking riddles
But I just can't seem to find a clue
So I take a swig of whiskey
And jump into the saddle with you you you

And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues

Cats in the alley
Rats in my snakeskin boots
All my neighbors think I'm crazy
And my girl thinks I'm losing my cool cool cool And I just can't seem to break the
shackles of the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues

Don't look to Jesus to change your seasons
It's the American dream
Souls of gypsies, road of stone
Can't seem to find no peace so head out

And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
I got the city boy blues
And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues

I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues,
I got the blues
I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues,
I got the blues