Текст песни Street In The City - Pete Townshend
Street
in
the
city.
Street
in
the
city
on
a
working
day.
Street
in
the
city.
Street
in
the
city
on
a
working
day.
There's
a
man
up
on
that
ledge.
He's
only
cleaning
windows.
What
a
shame,
who's
to
blame,
for
the
pain
with
his
sin,
Going
to
lean
back
on
my
wall
and
pray
for
him
to
fall.
See
that
man
going
in
the
bank
with
a
blue
suit?
He's
carrying
a
bag
full
of
very
important
papers.
There's
old
Mac
trying
to
busk
with
his
new
flute.
Did
you
read
about
the
Cambridge
raper?
Street
in
the
city.
Street
in
the
city
on
a
working
day.
Street
in
the
city.
Street
in
the
city
on
a
working
day.
Those
girls
pass
every
day.
They
seem
to
think
I'm
funny.
It's
just
a
game
that
they're
playing
till
they
can
claim
their
personal
man.
Gonna
lean
back
on
my
wall
and
pray
for
her
knickers
to
fall.
See
that
woman
with
a
bun
in
her
hair?.
Don't
she
know
that
ain't
still
done
anywhere?
See
that
man
going
in
the
Wig
and
Pen?
He
was
charged
with
telling
lies
again.
I
see
the
world
go
by
as
I
lean
against
my
wall.
I
watch
as
Fleet
Street
makes
new
heroes
rise
and
fall.
The
news
is
written
in
the
eyes
of
us
all.
On
is
a
sinner.
One
is
a
saint,
but
most
of
us
worry
about
showing
up
late.
I'm
gonna
lean
back
on
my
wall
and
pray
for
him
to
fall.
Street
in
the
city.
Street
in
the
city
on
a
working
day.
Street
in
the
city.
Street
in
the
city
on
a
working
day.
There's
a
man
up
on
that
ledge.
He's
only
cleaning
windows.
What
a
shame.
Who's
to
blame
for
the
pain?
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