In The Middle Of The Road

In the middle of the road

Is trying to find me

I’m standing in the middle of life with my pains behind me

But, I got a smile

For everyone I meet

Long as you don’t try dragging my bay

Or dropping a bomb on the street

Come on baby

Get in the road

Come on now

In the middle of the road, yeah

In the middle of the road

You see the darndest things.

Like fat cats driving around in jeeps through the city

Wearing big diamond rings and silk suits

Past corrugated tin shacks holed up with kids and

Man I don’t mean a Hampstead nursery

But when you own a big chunk of the bloody third world

The babies just come with the scenery

Come on baby

Get in the road

Come on now

In the middle of the road, yeah

In the middle of the road

Is my private cul de sac

I can’t get from the cab to the curb

Without some little jerk on my back

Don’t harass me kid

Can’t you tell I’m going home, I’m tired as hell

I’m not the cat I used to be

I’ve got a kid, I’m thirty-three baby

Get in the road

Come on now

In the middle of the road


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    • Edger on August 5, 2009 at 6:28 am
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