Скэтмэн Джон - Quiet Desperation | Текст песни

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Sittin' on a milk crate, morning noon and night
Fantasizing the American Dream
You're looking pretty good, and you've got yourself convinced
That the nighmare ain't as bad as it seems

You try your best to hide yourself beneath a turned-up collar
And a plastic bag is all you've got to show
And your books inside your shopping cart is probably
The best education you're ever gonna know...mmmm

The guy in the Mercedes just hollered with the dollar
Better grab it 'cos the signal's turning green
And while you're at it put the junk behind the picket fence
'Cos the cop is driving by sure lookin' mean

Institution, contribution, restitution, destitution
Doesn't mean a thing to you now
You're the freeway feature film, your audience is driving by
So maybe you should stand and take a bow

You're living in desperation
And you never have felt complete
You live in anticipation
Of another day on the street

Sing with me...<Scatting>

You're sitting in that same spot, you wanna go home
But there ain't no home but home on the range
You've forgotten what you look like
And it looks like you've forgotten
And the look inside your eye's very strange...

Ain't nothin' left to hide, you're stripped of all your pride
And all you feel inside is a hole a mile wide
You're the freeway desperado and a perfect living model
Of a land that hasn't any good excuse...

You're living in desperation
And you never have felt complete
You live in anticipation
Of another day on the street
Sing with me...<

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