afford it. Ticket to ride connected by the hip, Surviving on the dabs of the dust in the pocket. Four minute mile dressing down by a friend, You haven't
she ain't no she ain't that low, three fingers down or the other two up, and I'll sing this proud. Runnin' with believers, no time for fever and I haven't
They think were fools sitting on the corner, Older you get the more like your father, The more I drink the more like my brother, Seem to have picked
Stone, glass, concrete & gravel All we got to keep us together Stone, glass, concrete & gravel Underground travel in overcast weather Stone, glass,