Back on the Streets

Текст песни Junkyard - Back on the Streets

Whooaa Yeah !

Don't ask me why I go out and drink my life to ruins
It seems to me I met you in a bar, and that's exactly what I was doing
What made you think you can change my ways? What made you even try?
It seems to me that you just can't see, a good thing slipping by

And I don't know where I'm going to go
I won't be back here again
It's been nice, but I can't afford the price, now I'm back
Back on the streets again

Do you remember when we first met; my address was just a license plate
You took me in made me feeling home, but never played it straight
And all you wanna do is give me hell, Lord, about the way I act
I've seen it before so I’m out the door, with just my car and the clothes on my back

And I don't know where I'm going to go
I won't be back here again
Its been nice, but I can't afford the price, now I'm back
Back on the streets again

Yeah I'm back, back on the streets again (4x)
Yeah, I’m back
Back on the streets laying downtown sound
I’m back on the streets; I’m in the lost and found
Back on the streets, I’ll be down for a while
Back on the streets, down the Miracle Mile, let’s go!
Three strikes, and I'm out, and you'll be better off – there’s no doubt
Just take a look at my past; we'll see who laughs last

And I don't know where I'm going to go
I won't be back here again
You been nice, but I can't afford the price, now I'm back
Back on the streets again
Yeah I'm back, back on the streets again (4x)
Yeah, I’m back
Back on the streets laying downtown sound
I’m back on the streets, I’m in the lost and found
Back on the streets, I’ll be down for a while
Back on the streets, down the Miracle Mile, Hah!