Got a million dollar question
Hey! Man can scratch a livin' In a fat man's city class But soon the present will be the past
Pitiless eyes of the cityless souls
Go ganging up in your head You can leave it till tomorrow If you can balance on the edge
When the baby and you got to fight Go cool your love in the rain When the match refuses to strike Show that you really are in pain
Gonna burn those blue suede shoes Prints up front page news