at your door And you realize you wanna let go And the weak lies and the cold walls you embrace Eat at your insides and leave you face to face with Streets
I felt I was unrecognizable to myself Saw my reflection in a window Didn't know my own face So brother are you gonna leave me wasting away On the streets
someone at your door And you realize you wanna let go And the weak lies and the cold walls you embrace Eat at your insides and leave you face to face with Streets
I stood stone-like at midnight suspended in my masquerade I combed my hair till it was just right and commanded the night brigade I was open to pain
I felt I was unrecognizable to myself I saw my reflection in a window I didn't know My own face Oh brother are you gonna leave me Wastin' away On the streets
Well I've been out of the woods for six days and nights now Well I'm a little hot wired, but I'm feeling all right I got some money in my pocket and
We said we'd walk together baby come what may That come the twilight should we lose our way If as we're walking a hand should slip free I'll wait for
racin' in the street We take all the action we can meet And we cover all the northeast state When the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street
of the street I see your fortune in the lines in your face I knew you're looking for your saving grace You're on the wrong side of the street Fear
away 'Cause we were walking on the wild side Running down a one way street, yes, we are Girl, we're walking on the wild side Running down a one way street
down there either dancin' or hooked up in a scuffle Dressed in snakeskin suits packed with Detroit muscle They're doin' the E Street Shuffle Now those E Street
the street I talk the way I wanna talk When I'm out in the street When I'm out in the street When I'm out in the street, girl Well, I never feel
down Broadway I'm a young man and I talk real loud, yeah baby, walk real proud for you So shake it away, so shake away your street life And hook up
The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a braid And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave Behind the tent, the hired
and broken rhythm and a beat-up old Buick but dressed just like dynamite He tried sellin' his heart to the hard girls over on Easy Street But they said
Hey bus driver, keep the change Bless your children, give them names Don't trust men who walk with canes Drink this and you'll grow wings on your feet