Testo di Switchblade

It's the one long year of saturday nights In the city of a million suns Sleeping through the afternoon With your latest only one You had her every way from sunday And on monday morning too You used to dine out on a dollar With a switchblade in your coat You had your young mind in the gutter You had your feet on the ground See you on the way up (on the way down) See you on the way down (on the way up) See you on the way up (on the way) down Ah ahhh Ah ahhh It was poverty that kept you sweet And dreams that kept you young The money started rolling in You stopped having any fun You used to dine out on a dollar With a switchblade in your coat You had your young mind in the gutter You had your feet on the ground See you on the way up (on the way down) See you on the way down (on the way up) See you on the way up (on the way) down Ah ahhh Ah ahhh You used to dine out on a dollar With a switchblade in your coat You had your young mind in the gutter You had your feet on the ground See you on the way up (on the way down) See you on the way down (on the way up) See you on the way up (on the way) down Ah ahhh