كلمات 52nd Street

52nd Street (Bruce/Hanrahan) It's always raining in here Each time I walk thro' these doors Expensive suits and cheap whores And I'm always sorry Money flows real fast Though I'm not supposed to touch But they always say how much They love my music No matter what I wear It's always freezing cold And their teeth are made of sharpened gold Tho' their smiles are polished white Lives turn into units In this building built with fear They breathe contempt in here And they call it the record business Justice day will come And this steel will turn to rust And this concrete turn to dust And I won't be sorry My life outside of power I see myself in the faces Classes, groups and races Locked out of power Workers Blacks Jews Children Ché Africa Cuba And I hear myself in their music