Heaven 17 Penthouse And Pavement
Sweat my youth away With the rules we have to play Speeding through your magazine Pistol, pavement, no T.V. Talk and talk No time, night time Burnt inside Chorus: Here comes the daylight, here comes my job Uptown in the penthouse or downtown with the mob Here comes the night time, here comes my role Goodbye to the pavement, hello to my soul Now here comes my job Credit, bleeding with the mob Dreams become ideals No one knows the way I feel Love to love Daytime, right time All my life Chorus Feel safe in the crowd An no one admits they're crying aloud My career fits like a glove Knowing no orders can come from above Work and work Full time, part time Anytime at all As you face the wall God make it this time or never at all Before your chance has gone Captain this lead role and you'll be the one Shine and shine This time, my time Make me free at last
