You're probably right, seen from your side, that I have been lucky But I've been meaning to crack all week Yes I've been involved, it never resolved into anything shocking. Pain's playing yoyo in my body as we speak
And now I found something to look for, but I can't decide, Cause I might find that to stroll behind is better than to score Just like I did before
It wouldn't be true, not towards you, to say that I'm staying When on every single impulse, on every other move I react Cause in any old creek, with changing technique, you'll see me playing After any old motherfucking blow I'll be back
We turned away from instant stuff Our cracking codes were breaking up Our words were sucked out it made them clean And after lowness say it And after more let it be known Our codes are grown into something mean
You're probably right, as for tonight, you're making me nervous What is it you want me to be thinking of? I'll put on a movie, I'll play something groovy as a matter of service
And I'll chuckle when you smile as a matter of love Cause you know it's not my style to be giving up now And his pain in my side, I had enough
This time I go for instant street This life's a soulless excuse for all abuse and parenthesis The flyspecked windows and the stinking lobbies They'll remain all the same, all the same
