Tunics In The City
Pay your debt to the man on the corner
He poses a threat and he seems a tall order
He’s making his way to you
Through a heavy crowd
He’s coming along, and he’s coming straight for you
And everyone does their best to ignore your screams and
your pleas
No matter how loud
What can you do when you know he carries a knife?
Give up the money, or give up your life
And who would ever wanna die so young?
That’s the price you pay
For having fun
The world is a rough tough place to be
On a Friday night, out in the city
When there’s no one in the end who’s looking out for
you
So pay your debt or be quick to run
Or in the next day paper be another one
Who bit off more than he could even chew
He bit off more than he could even chew
What can you do when you know he carries a knife?
Give up the money, or give up your life
And who would ever wanna die so young?
But that’s the price you pay
For having fun
What’s this world coming to?
What’s this world coming to?
What’s this world coming to?
And why is he doing it to you?
What can you do when you know he carries a knife?
Give up the money, or give up your life
And who would ever wanna die so young?
That’s the price you pay
For having fun
