November 1999 Flying Stone
Verse 1
Go down the street, go down the street
Go down the street, see ya walkin, talkin
Watchin all the people movin round
See ya turn your head, see you thinkin ‚bout
What’s goin on in all these brains
What’s goin on, what’s goin on
See ya close your eyes, see, you glide away
Escape from this reality, reality, reality
Verse 2
Go down the street, go down the street
Go down the street see ya dreamin, drinkin
Spitting pieces of your broken heart
See ya rise your head, see ya watch my face
A foolish smile and eyes of glass
Eyes of glass, eyes of glass
See your open hand begging for a cent
Your nose is wet, a dirty face, a dirty face, a dirty face
Verse 3
Go down the street, go down the street
Go down the street, see your place: It’s empty
Trash is scattered on the ground around.
See ya sinkin down, slowly on the ground.
A toilet is your final place, your final place, your final place
See your hangin head, the needle in your hand
The game is run, ya took the train to anywhere, to anywhere
© 1999 Flying Stone