He saw
it in a window
The
mark of a new kind of man
He kinda
liked the feeling, so shiny and smooth in his hand
He took
it to the country and practiced for days without rest
And
then one day he felt if,
He knew
he could stand with the best
They
got respect, oh yeah,
He wants
the same, oh yeah,
And
it's a certain kind of fool who
Like
to hear the sound of his own name
Oo...
A poster
on a storefront, the picture of a wanted man
He had
a reputation spreading like fire throughout the land
It wasn't
for the money, at least it didn't star t that way
It wasn't
for the runnin' , but now he's runnin' everyday
Marco Giunco |
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