(m.rutherford/s.hackett/p.collins/p.gabriel/a.banks)

Originally contained in genesis' the lamb lies down on broadway



I see faces and traces of home

Back in new york city

So you think i'm a tough kid

Is that what you heard?

Well, i like to see some action,

And it gets into my blood.

Well, they let me out of pontiac

When i was just seventeen

I had to get it out of me

If you know what i mean, what i mean.

They say i must be crazy

Cause i don't care who i hit, who i hit.

Cause i know it's me that's hitting out

And i know i'm not full of shit.

Down by my bottle, filled up high with gasoline

You can tell by the night fires

Where a rail has been, has been.

As i cuddled the porcupine

He said i had none to blame but me.

Gave my heart, deep in hell,

Time to shave, shave it off, it off

No time for romantic escape and your

Fluffy heart is ready for rape

Off we go. off we go. off we go

You're sitting in your comfort

Who don't believe i'm real

You cannot buy protection

For the way that i feel.

Your progressive hypocrites

Handing out their trash

It was mine in the first place

So i'll burn to ash.

When i've taken all the strongest meats

And laid them down in colored sheets

Well, who needs illusions,

Of love and affection when you're out

Walking in the streets, your mainline connection.

Connection.

As i cuddled the porcupine

He said i had none to blame but me.

Held my heart, deep in hell,

Time to shave, shave it off, it off

No. no time for romantic escape

And your fluffy heart is ready for rape

No. no time for romantic escape

And your fluffy heart is ready for rape

No time.

Back in new york city.


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