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Funky box and deadly beats
we got too many gangs around the streets
we got sunshine and deadly heat
we got free-roaminâ kids singinâ trick or treat
we got bad boys and poisoned rats
we got too many rappers with baseball bats
we got old records and hot cassettes
we got a charity service for the living dead
we got a fine line and a deadly plot
we got half-dead bodies in a parking lot
we got strange eyes and hungry hearts
and a cloud full of flies and a coal black art
got sold out long ago
but the crowd keeps pushinâ to the overload
we got skyscrapers in the slums
we got the filthy rich and the begginâ ones
The sun goes down, the streets are black
and I canât hide this thought I have
something strange is goinâ round
yeah I can feel it coming
Radios on repeat
got a bollywood blues and a bhangra beat
we got local trains overflowing
got a government dog busy whistle blowing
got pipedreams and broken thoughts
causâ she likes it cool and he likes it hot
got traffic jams and holy cows
got lovers on the street chasinâ the sundown
we got rattle snakes and monkey biz
we got dark black boroughs in a cold abyss
we got poets killinâ crazy rhymes
on chairs on streets tryinâ to make a dime
got hand-me-down boys and whores
this grace is a bit of a dinosaur
we got heavy rain and a dusty wind
itâs been a while but Iâm still not used to the spin
The sun goes down, the streets are black
and I canât hide this thought I have
something strange is goinâ round
yeah I can feel it coming
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Timid Tiger & Miss Murray
- Timid Tiger & A Pile Of Pipers
- The Streets Are Black
- Cafe Puls Sommerhits 12
- Timid Tiger and the Electric Island
- Der Fischer und seine Frau
- Timid Tiger & The Electric Treasure Box
- The Smart Club.
- Eins Live: Zukunftsmusik
- Wunderland Deutschland
- At an Angle: Gems from the New Underground Volume 1
- Loveboat