Lyrics:
To a parallel prize
The walks by faith
The sight lines lie
How am I gonna tag along
With one tin ear
And one glass eye?
Well I...
I can't get there
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
taken
By the foolish words of men
They say that God is oh so tasteless
But they've never tasted Him
Ah, I gotta express my point of view
To the world, so
pitched the truth and didn't change up
No curve, homie straight up
The Bread of life homie plate up....get ya weight up
I'm Running in like I did it before
control, no Bex won't ever end up froze
Watch me just topple the statues
Taking them back to practice
He was stuck all day
Improved from a newsboy cleaning
And 'yes I've changed my mind'
I pick up the phone and tell someone
Just get off my line!
Up on the corner, newsboy's daily blues
Of love and life
the general's here to low ball you
Back into the ground
Don't worry it's just a puff of smoke
It'll get you to the market
And right on through the gates
of restful evening hours
Look up to the stars hanging from the sky
The light of the desert moon reflected in your eyes
Far from the newsboy's shout, in sleep
Out in the square, a man in a raincoat
Standing there
We met by the land where the newsboy cries
He stole my heart with his laughing eyes
We smiled
1985 a poor man trying to survive
He always made it through
Trying to live an honest life
Working on minimum wage
A little too grown up for his age
Who knows what odd ideas
Could come to you
When you're shut up all alone in there
Alone in there with all your books
Step outside
And get
Catch a taxi to the fountainhead
Blinking neon penny arcade
A young Caruso on the fire escape
Painted face ladies on parade
The newsboy
the basement where uncles were fighting
It hadda be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors
It hadda be foghorned into New York harbor
It hadda
I'll tip the newsboy
I'll get a shine
I'll ride that dream to the end of the line
I'm gonna be going places
I'll take a ride
Take me to the Riverside
The wind doesn't blow
And no one dares to speak
Till the dark is suddenly torn
By a ghastly, chilling
Cry
Cry
From southern Italy
Heading up to north
Times Square
August 14th
I was captured there
Posing with a stranger
The shot heard round the world
Echoed through my hometown
All the newsboys
turned out a bit askew
I yelled out to God make me
Defective so I could be fixed up by You
Oh, You
Yes, You
You know who you are,
You
A white dove landed
and bottled sadness
From your pretty, weary frame
We'll break free from human madness
Pointing fingers whose to blame
Light a flame beneath the mantle
Get
you 'bout the
Very few get chosen
Let me tell you 'bout the
Price you've got to pay
Holy terror gonna blow you up for Jesus
Holy terror make you shiver
In our town the sirens answer to 911
Another soul is flying free from another mother's son
In our town, the bodies, are cremated by the riverside
Up
(Jump off) Timbo and Joey Crack about to flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, oh
Get up, get get, get down
You
(Jump off) Timbo and Joey Crack about to flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, flip
Yeahhhhhh, oh
Get up, get get, get down
You
yeah
Get by get high yeah yeah
Get by get by yeah yeah
Aye mane
Im bout to
Take flight
I get up
Out in
Orbit
Everywhere
Atomic
She feelin
On my stomach
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