Testo di Concrete

Well he, ended up here Came from, way out past there And he, tried to make it something And he, knew he had the way But that six string was a ticket Out of town and for a ride To those, high rise and all those dreams Concrete and palm trees, is all he'd seen To those, high rise and all those dreams Concrete and palm trees, is all he'd seen Well he, met all bad kids And he, fell in just fine And all, match the road to him He was, right there on time But he tasted and he smoked it Didn't know what it was for sure To those, high rise and all those dreams Concrete and palm trees, is all he'd seen To those, high rise and all those dreams Concrete and palm trees, all he'd seen Well he, end up in jail In a, 10 by 10 cell Feeling, full jones withdrawl Feeling, a lot like hell But that six string was a ticket Out of this mess, and our life Well he, finally made and wound up clean Concrete and palm trees, were pretty sweet Well he, finally made and wound up clean Concrete and palm trees, were pretty sweet Pretty sweet Ah ha ha Pretty sweet Ah ha ha Pretty sweet Ah ha ha Pretty sweet Ah ha ha