Songtext von Leicester Square

I got some hard times Two punks up on the subway It's a long way to go To get to Leicester Square A hard line It's the one you gotta cross The one you gotta cross To get you anywhere Michael's on his way to pay back syndication A fist ??? and his backstreet education The 8-ball stops him low Demonstrations show It's crystal clear it ain't so great for those who become broken in here yeah I got none I got no mind for... nothing I got no insides, 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 like stalin thought so He ??? yeah I got none I got no mind for... nothing I got no insides, I got no feelings I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here Yeah!!! Ah no no!!! ah no!!! Ah no no no no!!! I got some hard times Two punks up on the subway It's a long way to go To get to Leicester Square A hard line It's the one you gotta cross The one you gotta cross To get you anywhere 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 none I got no mind for... nothing I got no insides, I got no feelings I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here Yeah!!! Ah no no!!! Ah no!!! Ah no no no no I got some hard times Two punks up on the subway It's a long way to go To get to Leicester Square A hard line It's the one you gotta cross The one you gotta cross To get you anywhere Yeah!!! You see I got none I got no mind for... nothing I got no insides, I got no feelings.