Tekstovi: Jayhawks. Hollywood Town Hall. Martin's Song.

He's only six years old
That old killer died
Put him down in a great big hole
I fill it up all the time
See the buildings rise up to the sky
Parking meters, traffic cops
You best watch your record son
They'll come and lock you up

I've been working all night
I go long into the day
Ain't got much money now
Got the time ahead
Got the time ahead to pay

Smoke and lightning
Dressed to kill
Don't talk to strangers
That's all you know
Forty years of sudden death
The daylight's still not over yet
You should live to see evening fall
Doctors working overtime
Too much of a good thing, not enough
Stepping stones, building blocks

I've been working all night
I go long into the day
Ain't got much money now
Got the time ahead
Got the time ahead to pay

I've been working all night
I go long into the day
Ain't got much money now
Got the time ahead to pay

I've been working all night
I go long into the day
Ain't got much money now
Got the time ahead
Got the time ahead
Got the time ahead to pay