Besedila:
Kultura Club

Guns that cross the street You never know who you might meet Who's in disguise Ooh as you blow a storm There's no one there to keep you warm It's no surprise

On the street they're preaching violence Mister Man, it's in your head On the street the midnight cowboy Needs no gun to shoot you dead Why do I live

Someone says, wake up child Don't throw your life away See you in the crime file What will your mama say? Sometimes you get angry No focus on your life

The victims we know so well They shine in your eyes When they kiss and tell Strange places we never see But, you're always there Like a ghost in my dreams

You don't have to touch it to know Love is everywhere that you go You don't have to touch it to feel Love is every second we steal Love is love, is nothing

Downtown, we'll drown We're in our never splendor Flowers, showers Who's got the new boy gender? I'll be your baby I'll be your score I'll run the gun

Some days in more ways I need the distractions Fire, desire, love and reaction He must be someone, yes, even me Something for nothing Some wish to see

Don't put your head on my shoulder Sink me in a river of tears This could be the best place yet But you must overcome your fears In time it could have

Sweet, cunning eyes try to take from me You're too young, I'm too wise, this is parody A taste of what you like can be fatal sometimes Arms that hold