Mother fucker it's a perfect crime Kickin' back in the shadows Got no need for the light Who's sorry now old timer Look at how you've spent your life Scroungin' for change To put some money in your pocket My how scratch does burn Laughin' at the fuckers

People stopping, staring I can't see their faces Only the shadows of their eyes I'm going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather suits my clothes Backing off the north east wind Sailing on a summer breeze And

And the earth begins to shake A cacophony of roaring Anxiety growing Cheers to leaving this mortal life behind Sweat begins its downpour A riot we stand for The blackout foreshadows the chaos So raise your voices with me

When the clouds kiss your eye Shadows stain on the high-rise Raise your thumb to the sky All good things come with time When you know then you'll know We've been through hell. Sewn up our eyes Found fuel in meds. Viewed through the narrow Encouraged fear

Hm you're my baby And your sweet sweet sun makes me crazy I want to lay you down and see how you amaze me You push me up to the inglorious shadows of a craving And if we fall we blow up like exponential assembly I never thought that some training can

All the pretty visitors came and waved their arms And cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall, Crawling with the base of the scales, Tricking through the morning, The tramp with the trampoline under his arm, Shifts past your whiskers, So spark is a

Ici ça bosse in the shadow Paris Centre ça fait Non, mais non, mais non, mais non, mais non, mais non, mais non Mais, Gims, arrête ça Je suis dar tard la night (Akhi!) Pour ça que je donne du sale (Ha!) Sé-po' in the shadow Sept-Cinq-Zéro-Zéro-Neuf,

When I'm in my Savior's shadow I'm standing in my Savior's shadow Though the devil try to break me My sweet Jesus won't forsake me Where I'm supposed to be He is watching over me I feel the rain, I hear the thunder As he cries for me Grace will lead to

Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn

But I see your angel, don't act young and wasteful Come to the garden and let your guard down Come to your senses it will all be clear The star in your eyes, the glimmer in the shadow You are more than able, of cutting through the cable Yeah, yeah (ah) I