Lyrics

I walk these streets of Hell You may not know me well But I've been here before And I'll be here again I have no middle name I pay my fines on time And the wind that blows through your hair Is the one that blows through mine The blood drips from my wound The time clock rings its bell I will not be too soon But I walk these streets, well The crackling of the thunder And the roar of the train You may treat me the same But I don't blame you Sweet pretty thing Sweet pretty thing For you I sing in tune I will sing in tune It might be over soon But I will sing in tune You who are so sublime I wish you was mine And the wind that blows through your hair Is the one that blows through mine It's true I walk these streets I walk these streets I walk these streets I walk these streets