City Streets 歌词

Down and out, city streets, back alley's where you sleep Holes in your twisted veins, roam the tracks that lead to pain Out to steal a fistful of crumbs, you punch at the sky Your life on the run, He offers to you a heartful of love Don't bite the dust, run to the Son Hide in the shadows nocturnal haze, scuff the sidewalk, bloodshot daze The fix and tricks, obscure your brain, but another blast Won't ease your pain Out to steal a fistful of crumbs, you punch at the sky Your life on the run, He offers to you a heartful of love Don't bite the dust, run to the Son City streets, they are your death bed City streets, but you don't have to be there City streets, you're on the wrong road City streets, they are your tombstone City streets, come walk the narrow road City streets, in Heaven will be made of gold Walk away, don't take no more, it's not too late, to live before You die in sin, don't go that way, no need to suffer Christ has paid