There ain't gonna be heroes There ain't gonna be anything Here it comes, here comes the night Feelin' like it's all over, feelin' like there's no love Feelin' like it's not easy, breathin' life in the dust On a countdown to zero take a ride on the

I went downtown to see milady She stood me up and I stood there waiting But it'll be all right when The Morning Comes Now I'm up in the air with the rain in my hair I've got nowhere to go, so I can go anywhere And it'll be all right when the Morning

Comes with some holes and dents Where I got tired of his shit Call if your interested, trailer for rent I left the beans on I put my jeans on And drove down to the Jonesville News and Times I said to the man I need to place an ad How much will it be for

The motherfucking saga continues All hail to those believin in the real gangsta shit Cause when it comes to the real niggas It makes the shit that much harder to deal with Yeah! Above the Law up in this motherfucker "Black Mafia" for life Down with the

It's the sweet love that you give to me That makes me believe we can make it through anything 'Cause when it all comes down And I'm feeling like I'll never last I just lean on you 'cause baby You're my better half And you look at me And give me that

All night anthem Ain't never gonna leave your head Ain't nobody goin' to bed 'Til the drinks go down And the sun comes up The rhythm's gonna hold you for ransom It's an all night anthem This ain't about who's got money And ain't about what kind of car

All through the night The day is my enemy, the night my friend For I'm always so alone 'Till the day draws to an end But when the sun goes down And the moon comes through To the monotone of the evening's drone I'm all alone with you I delight in your love

I'm in a New York state of mind Out of touch with the rhythm and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News It comes down to reality, and it's fine with me 'cause I've let it slide I don't care if it's Chinatown or on

Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at Dyin' in the fast lane (it gets deeper then that) So it all comes down to this (what?) Specialist with a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. Fight

Is it just smoke and mirrors? I want to believe All I believe, Is it a dream? That comes crashing down on me? All that I own But all that I own This is my word heart breaker, gatekeeper I'm feeling far away, I'm feeling right there This is my word, this