The city sweats with the heat and the smoke
And all the urban decay
A boy is running with a broken arm
A dog is dreaming of a distant farm
And everybody that is here is trying to kill each other It's killing me...
What's Wednesday want from me?
I don't really wanna know
Whatever Wednesday wants
By Thursday I'll have found a way to go
Paper tigers on the magazine racks
Their mouths are roaring with rage
Old bag lady with a coffee sits there reading from a torn out page
Another thief is trying to make a break
A man is crying out for goodness' sake
The garbage turns into an ocean as the dirty gutter spills on the street
No more concrete jungle prisons
I'll be going home
Half past nine in the middle of a wednesday morning sneaker parade The city sweats with the heat and the smoke And all the urban decay A boy is running with a broken arm A dog is dreaming of a distant farm And everybody that is here is trying to kill each other It's killing me... What's Wednesday want from me? I don't really wanna know Whatever Wednesday wants By Thursday I'll have found a way to go Paper tigers on the magazine racks Their mouths are roaring with rage Old bag lady with a coffee sits there reading from a torn out page Another thief is trying to make a break A man is crying out for goodness' sake The garbage turns into an ocean as the dirty gutter spills on the street No more concrete jungle prisons I'll be going home Explain Request ×
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