Guitar Street — текст песни (Rea Chris)

There`s a crazy sense of duty
As he licks between his fingers
And wipes the ketchup from his face and hands
There`s a strong determination
That his teachers never witnessed
Never close enough to understand
He`s like a bull
Just bred for fighting
And he don`t deliver nothing
Outside the only thing he knows
School-report just says he`s lazy
His brother thinks he`s crazy
But anyway, take a look
`Cos there he goes...
All through the avenues of fashion
To the palaces of dreams
All the way down Guitar Street
To some, guitars are hot-rods
All along the quest for macho
To others a would-be ticket out of town
For Joe; a six-string sten gun
In the panto-revolution
And Stevies all just strictly sound,
And he`s just a bull that`s bred for fighting
Just bred for fighting
And he don`t deliver nothing
Outside the only thing he knows
School-report just says he`s lazy
His brother thinks he`s crazy
But anyway, take a look
`Cos there he goes...
All through the avenues of fashion
To the palaces of dreams
All the way down Guitar Street