Ian Gillan
running with face city boy
I was running through an empty street
Turn the corner I could feel the heat
I wore the look of a white face city boy
Knew a knife was the only way
For a kid living day to day
Who cares for a white face city boy
Raised in a hard town
Nobody pushes me around
I got trouble now I'm on the run
Running white face city boy
I was running through an empty night
Just the sound of a lovers' fight
And the feeling of the wind upon my face
I was looking for a place to hide
Scared and my eyes were wide
No place for a white face city boy
Live like a wild thing
You can't tell me anything
I got trouble now I'm on the run
Running white face city boy
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- Before The Turbulence
- One Eye To Morocco
- Miscellaneous
- Hair Metal In Covers
- WhoCares
- Live In Anaheim
- Access All Areas - Ian Gillan Live (Audio Version)
- Ian Gillan & Tony Iommi: Who Cares
- Who Cares
- Whocares (Remastered)
- Dreamcatcher
- Anthology (disc 1)
- Naked Thunder
- A History of Progressive Blues
- No Fire Without Smoke
- Mercury High: The Story of Ian Gillan
- Trouble: The Best of Gillan
- Rock Profile
- The Very Best of Gillan
- Toolbox