paroles de chanson Working Boy in New York City - Belle and Sebastian

Pray, hey, you are a working boy in New York City
You took the train to liberate your body and liberate your heart
You were trying to find a home, soon
Always the saddest when a friend can't make it
Love everyone along the way
You never had a chance to tell them
What you would like to do
If the law permits you

Everybody gets an even shot at making Heaven
Wide is the gate
Everybody gets an even shot at making Heaven
Wide is the gate

Pray, gay, you are the holy boy outside the scripture
Far and away from all the brightest sunbeams
You choose to stay and fight from the inside outside
Don't fight, make like the cutest owl and use your feathers
Make like the elephant and use your memory to pick a path
Make like a sleeping bird dreaming of the morning

Everybody gets an even shot at seeing Heaven
Wide is the gate
Everybody gets an even shot at seeing Heaven
Wide is the gate

Pray, hey, God doesn't care about the way I'm leaning
Once you are happy and you know yourself, peace can come in your heart
You can make a new start
One day we will be justified without the struggle
We will be recognized for what we do
Not criticized or hated just for the way you are
You will be a star, so

Listen to the music of the traffic in the city singing to the hope
Inside you
Listen to the music of the traffic in the city singing to the hope
Everybody gets an even shot at making Heaven
Wide is the gate
Everybody gets an even shot at making Heaven
Wide is the gate