Two punks up on the subway To get to Leicester Square
It's the one you gotta cross
Michael's on his way to pay back syndication A fist ??? and his backstreet education It's crystal clear it ain't so great for those who become broken in here yeah
I got no mind for... nothing I got no insight, I got no feelings I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here
The clockers(?) that could swamp us now, the prime objective: Fear To rob us for some different ??? places no one near The tension begins to grow
I got no mind for... nothing I got no insight, I got no feelings I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here
Two punks up on the subway To get to Leicester Square
It's the one you gotta cross
Mike gets whipped, his boy-face slapped around a cheap cigar His gang could sing cause they're always seeing the trouble from afar He act so (?apropos?) ??? stall He makes his point then jumps in joint to the backseat with a bottle of beer (?mulatto girl?)
I got no mind for... nothing I got no insight, I got no feelings I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here
Two punks up on the subway To get to Leicester Square
It's the one you gotta cross
I got no mind for... nothing I got no insight, I got no feelings I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here