Sweat my youth away

With the rules we have to play

Speeding through your magazine

Pistol, pavement, no T.V.

Talk and talk

No time, night time

Burnt inside



Chorus:

Here comes the daylight, here comes my job

Uptown in the penthouse or downtown with the mob

Here comes the night time, here comes my role

Goodbye to the pavement, hello to my soul



Now here comes my job

Credit, bleeding with the mob

Dreams become ideals

No one knows the way I feel

Love to love

Daytime, right time

All my life



Chorus



Feel safe in the crowd

An no one admits they're crying aloud

My career fits like a glove

Knowing no orders can come from above

Work and work

Full time, part time

Anytime at all



As you face the wall

God make it this time or never at all

Before your chance has gone

Captain this lead role and you'll be the one

Shine and shine

This time, my time

Make me free at last