Texty písní Fun Lovin' Criminals

Fun Lovin' Criminals

Living on the Streets

The summer is hot, but the nights are cool.

The bipolar slugger is comin' out in you.

You're belly is tight, from not enough love.

And you're having serious doubts about the

man above.

Well I'm not beggin', sure not pretendin',

I'm makin' moves that you don't even know

about. Be condescendin', no happy endin',

its mind bendin' that you don't even know about...

Livin' on the streets, sayin' I'll live large

tomorrow. Its just a life you can't believe,

its just a life you cannot borrow.

Four and a half years an a gallon of scum,

how many times you dream that you were

the one now you're sittin' on the curb,

starin' dead in the lights, it's hard to

struggle when there's nothin' to fight

Well, I'm not beggin', sure not pretendin',

I'm makin' moves, money, you don't even

know about. Be condescendin', no happy

endin', its mind bendin' that you don't even

know about.

Livin' on the streets, sayin' I'll live large

tomorrow. Its just a life you can't believe,

its just a life you cannot borrow.