| Lyrics | Song | Artist |
| Risin' up, back on the street. Did my time, took my chances... | |
| I get up, and nothing gets me down. You got it tough, I've seen the toughest around... | |
| I must have dreamed a thousand dreams, been haunted by a million screams. But I can hear the marching feet, they're moving into the street... | |
| I make my living off the evening news. Just give me something, something I can use... | |
| Clean shirt, new shoes... and I don't know where I am going to. Silk suit, black tie... I don't need a reason why... | |
| Your lights are on, but you're not home. Your mind is not your own... | |
| It's all the same, only the names will change. Everyday, it seems we're wasting away... | |
| You're not shy, you get around. You wanna fly, don't want your feet on the ground... | |
| Traveling in a fried-out combie. On a hippie trail, head full of zombie... | |
| Moving on the floor now babe, you're a bird of paradise. Cherry ice cream smile, I suppose it's very nice... | |
| | Lyrics | Song | Artist |
| Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door. Last night a little angel cam pumpin' cross my floor... | |
| I don't know where I'm going, but I sure know where I've been... | |
| You could have a steam train, if you'd just lay down your tracks. You could have an aeroplane flying, if you bring your blue sky back... | |
| When you make love, do you look in the mirror? Who do you think of, does he look like me... | |
| I guess I shoulda known, by the way you parked you car sideways, that it wouldn't last... | |
| She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean. She was the best damn woman that I, ever seen... | |
| Young teacher, the subject of schoolgirl fantasy. She wants him so badly, knows what she wants to be... | |
| You should have seen by the look in my eyes, baby. There was somethin' missin'... | |
| I hear the ticking of the clock. I'm lying here, the room's pitch dark... | |
| Highway run, into the midnight sun. Wheels go round and round, you're on my mind... | |
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