Lyrics

You got a ticket to my place Short ride on the "L" train Get off between Broadway and main I forget the name I'm in a rocket to Russia I'm wa?hin the Detectives Listen to a record at the end of the world Blame it on cain Don't get belong we don't be long I'm going to the other side, won't leave no tears behind (all I know) Don't get me wrong I'd rather shoot the moon and miss Aim at the gutter and make a hit We gotta get out before they eat us off There going soft Riot gun'69 made a crash Wake in the city, the gangs all clashed Colors on black and white TV Made a smash Don't get me wrong