Mystery Kids

Lyrics
Marcellino Casanova Little Angel from Laslow Street Cinderella, she's a crossover She got no father in her history She got no good life She got no love life She got no future Got no hopes or dreams In the cool world In the cruel world You're a number You're a mystery Who are the mystery, mystery kids The mystery kids, who are The mystery, mystery kids The mystery, mystery kids I remember, it was late December Crazy Michael, down on Jefferson Street Johnny-one-arm, he's holding one hand With his sister, it was bittersweet She got no good life They got no love life Got no future Got no hopes or dreams In the cool world In the cruel world You're a number You're a mystery Who are the mystery, mystery kids He's such a mystery kid DOOM-DOOM-DOOM I climb six flights To the tenement heights And there ain't no lights In the darkest of nights And the piss-stench smell In the black stairwell With the William Tell Overture In the background And across the floor I see two big rats In a world like that They can't take anymore They can't take it… Come on let's go The mystery kids
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Credits
- Writers
- Garland Jeffreys