Take a walk through the city Turn right at Potzdamer Platz To see a girl on a motorbike Expression carved on her face Saw a man in a cafe downtown Who says it fucks with your head When you're tryin' to sleep at night With a gun across your bed Don't wanna be down at heel Don't wanna be down at heel You've shown disgrace on my place You've gotta know how it feels
Sometimes at night when it's cold outside It would be easier and sweet To hack a road through the jungle Than clear a path down the street Too many folk in the middle lane Who don't wanna swerve 'gainst the rails Apathy balanced with disdain Dogs chasin' their own tails
Don't wanna be down at heel Don't wanna be down at heel You come breakin' down my front door You've gotta know how it feels
Followed the girl on a motorbike Saw her enter a bar It's dark inside with candles burn and To liberate her scars She Spanish-dance on the table With butterflies that burn It's like an incessant fox-hunt Too many lessons learned
Compositores: Adam James Franklin, James Hartridge, Jeremy Gordon Hindmarsh ECAD: Obra #23011396