on 42nd Street They're all pimping Judy's and popping speed, well It's a game of cat and mouse and I think it's got my soul I think it's time for thinking
No human hand Has soiled this paradise Waiting patiently So much to see So rich in earth's delights So the maiden lies in waiting For the sails to reach
soul And when our lives are pulled away, there's more to fill the hole I wonder what you'd think if all the changes didn't come For growing old is only
at the grave Forgotten dreams are flashing through his weary mind And though his life is empty, he pretends that she's still there With hunger in his soul, he yearns for
no place to be when a man gets sore You know I killed a man and I paid all I can With twenty years on a chain gang For the flesh and the blood on that
human hand has soiled this paradise Waiting patiently, so much to see, so rich in Earth's delights So the maiden lies in waiting, for the sails to reach
Übersetzung: Kansas. Song For America.
grave Forgotten dreams are flashing through his weary mind And though his life is empty, he pretends that she's still there With hunger in his soul, he yearns for
when a man gets sore You know I killed a man and I paid all I can, With twenty years on a chain gang, For the flesh and the blood on that jailhouse floor
hand has soiled this paradise Waiting patiently, so much to see, so rich in Earth's delights So the maiden lies in waiting, for the sails to reach the
you anymore Take, he will take, he will take, give him nothing he'll take, he will take He will take, he will give nothing but he'll take Pray, for
Street They're all pimpin' Judys and poppin' speed, well It's a game of cat and mouse, and I think it's got my soul, I think it's time for thinkin' '
when our lives are pulled away, there's more to fill the hole I wonder what you'd think if all the changes didn't come, For growing old is only going
nd Street They're all pimpin' Judys and poppin' speed, well It's a game of cat and mouse, and I think it's got my soul, I think it's time for thinkin' '
be when a man gets sore You know I killed a man and I paid all I can, With twenty years on a chain gang, For the flesh and the blood on that jailhouse
