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Hanoi Rocks
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I sit here everyday, watchin’ you rush awayI write down what you wearWords in prose of skirts and suitsIn blues and greys, such bad tasteYour runnin’ when it rains,Too late to catch the trainThe work just has to waitMost of you i’ve learned to recognize by sightAs you walk byI write it down in rhymes about your busy livesInvisible to you, a mirror of the edges of societyRich in povertyI’m the outsider, the observerThe outcast, the word conserverI’m inspired by the streetsSome day it will be in my biograffitiI’m just recitin’ my street poetryMight mean nothin’ much to you,But it’s the whole world to meI’m just recitin’ my street poetryMight mean nothin’ much to you,But it’s the whole world to meNothin’ much to you,But it’s the whole world to meThat guy has got a mortgageAnd children, bet they’re gorgeousBut as i read his eyes i know he’s unhappyWith his greedy wife and his daily lifeI’ve seen the grey masses, slaves to higher classesSomeday somewhere somehowSomeone will release my book of poetryOr at least a pieceI’m the outsider, the observerThe outcast, the word conserverI’m inspired by the streetsSome day it will be in my biograffitiI’m just recitin’ my street poetryMight mean nothin’ much to you,But it’s the whole world to meI’m just recitin’ my street poetryMight mean nothin’ much to you,But it’s the whole world t
