One soft infested summer,
me and Terry became friends
Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was
Catching rides to the outskirts,
tying faith between our teeth
Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house,
getting wasted in the heat
on the beach at Stockton's Wing
Where desperate lovers park,
we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings
waiting for the bells that ring
In the deep heart of the night
they set us loose of everything
Endless juke joints and Valentino drag
Where dancers scraped the tears up off the
street, dressed down in rags
Running into the darkness, some hurt bad,
At night sometimes it seemed you could hear
the whole damn city crying
Blame it on the lies that killed us,
blame it on the truth that ran us down
You can blame it all on me, Terry,
it don't matter to me now
When the breakdown hit at midnight,
and I hated you when you went a way
you're like an angel on my chest
Just another tramp of hearts
crying tears of faithlessness
Remember Remember all the movies,
Trying to learn to walk like the heroes
to find we're just like all the rest
Stranded in the park and forced to confess
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets tonight
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
Hiding on the backstreets
