Lord, take me and mine before that comes And, Lord, I can't make any changes All I can do is write 'em in a song 'Cause I can see the concrete slowly creepin' Yes but I can see the concrete slowly creepin' Well, this life that I've live has took me

That’s the state of my, state of my, state of my head The only way I’m leavin’ is dead Oh, my eyes are seein’ red Double vision from the blood we’ve shed They don’t know, where we’ve been We got that concrete street skin Oh, our flag is tattered But it

I see a Mansard Roof through the trees, I see a salty message written in the eves, The ground beneath my feet, we are garbage and concrete, And now the tops of buildings I can see them too! The Argentines collapse in defeat, The admiralty surveys the

So go but be kind You have luck on your side Born into a family with food in their bellies And a car for them to drive People sleeping on the concrete Still smile behind their signs So go now be happy and be free You have so much time If you go chances

Kiss my blues goodbye Breathe until I Soar outside my crazy nights And live the riviera life Thank you for today I'm sure that by Candlelight, I'll be alright I'm really tired of my concrete jungle

Plastic bag in the sea Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortège This pale ghost is gathering his strength Ghost, pale, the procession is crawling Plastic form dead things, it is now

There's nothing to lose There's nothing to gain When no one knows your name But the days don't seem to change My notebook will explain And I can't fight the pain Need more friends with wings All the angels I know Put concrete in my veins

Plastic bag in the sea Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortège This pale ghost is gathering his strength Ghost, pale, the procession is crawling Plastic form dead things, it is now

Oh hey da da di da, di da da Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked With her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks Took her down to the

Raise our voices up, lay our flowers down Only love can lift us now We find our common thread Over tear-stained ground People come and gather round Oh, lay 'em down Candle wax, like a river on the concrete Fears will fly if you let them Patterned-leather