Does it hurt Every time you walk in a room Does it feel like work Keepin' them country boys off of you Tell me, tell me Are you tired of runnin' Through my my mind's Poor boy neighborhood All, tell me does it hurt

Crimson and clover, honey It's me, your little Venice bitch If you weren't mine, I'd be Jealous of your love Over and over, honey On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Signin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss Oh God, miss you on my my lips Callin' out, bang

You change all the lead And if the snow buries my, my neighborhood. And if my my parents are crying Then I'll dig a tunnel from my my window to yours, Yeah, a tunnel from my my window to yours. You climb out the chimney, And meet me in the middle, the middle of

Ooh, when life moves this slowly Ooh, just try and let it go Mommy's in the kitchen cooking up something good And daddy's on the sofa, pride of the neighborhood My brother's in the ballet, it seems he's got it set And I'll be up at midnight with my

To my my neighborhood I said, "Goodbye, so long", to my, my neighborhood 'Cause I'll always, always come back And I know, I know I'll see you again (I'll see you again) My neighborhood (my neighborhood) I left my my mother feelin' sick in a bedroom My My daddy

Ice has covered up my my parents hands Don't have any dreams don't have any plans. I went out into the night, I went out to find some light. Jesus Christ don't keep it hid! And the power's out in the heart of man, Take it from your heart put in your hand. I

Ice has covered up my my parents hands Don't have any dreams don't have any plans. I went out into the night, I went out to find some light. Jesus Christ don't keep it hid! And the power's out in the heart of man, Take it from your heart put in your hand. I

The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot I still hear him scream The cops used to come around in my my neighborhood "Alright, you kids, stop having so much fun, move along!" Oh they'd arrest me, you know, especially at night They had a

I see you everyday You're my my baby I love the way you walk Got my my eyes on you In your neighborhood I got my my eyes on you Said I'm crazy 'bout your walk I love the way you talk When you're talkin' that talk And you sure look good

Living just another day Living life in California L.A. to the bay Dough, we get that dough Ooh, we got to get more A.K. gun play (just another day) (A.K. gun play) See it's just another day in my my neighborhood