Dirty girl, on the street.
To make her trip, you stick out your feet.
There she goes, watch her fall,
Run away as she cracks her skull.
Naive strangers, telling me
They let her go, in death she's free.
Telling lies to pass the time,
Letting smack tell them it's fine.
Chain reaction, here we go.
The cops are coming; quick, let's go.
Every man for their own lives,
Everyone's living a lie.
New York smokers watching me,
They only pretend to be free.
I hold the truth, I've got the light.
No one's all right in nobody's sight.
Dirty girl was on the street.
The New York smokers were watching me.
To make her trip, I stuck out my feet.
I let her go, in death she's free. |
Submission Name: Hit and Run
