Street In The City — текст песни (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,
Gonna 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?