Amateurs, dilettantes, hacks, cowboys, clones
The streets groan with little Caesars, Napoleons and cunts
With their building blocks and their tiny plastic phones
Counting on their fingers, with crumbs down their fronts
The streets groan with little Caesars, Napoleons and cunts
With their building blocks and their tiny plastic phones
Counting on their fingers, with crumbs down their fronts
(Nick Cave)
I run the streets with cracked pavements and wheezing, stinking buses crammed with dreamers dreaming. I run past the man with his birds nest beard and the wife with the flat eyes of a dead fish. I see tribal tattooed lager louts and girls in heels and fuck me skirts and tumble weed kids and squatting dogs and rundown pubs with sky sports one, I run down charmless alleyways and dodge and swerve and leap...this is the urban dream baby and I'm living it
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