By Mark A. Garcia
I came from nowhere to share this crown.
From where the tall trees tower to where the freaks abound.
Your into season, you got the rockin' hair.
I see no reason not to beware.
Holding on to the rail at the baked goods sale.
Got the chair on the door, what am I here for?
There's a face in the window, it's a time bomb.
There's a lot of delis. There's a lot to drink.
There's the ones who enjoy it. There's the ones who sink.
When they hold out their hands do you just get shook?
Do you think your better, take another look?
Holding on to the rail at the baked goods sale.
Got the chair on the door, what am I here for?
There's a face in the window; it's a time bomb.
There's a time bomb in the soul of the city.
Ageless Frank sits on Market Street,
eating someone's dinner from the night before.
There's a time bomb ticking to the city lights.
Strangers passing with the chill of the night.
Laughing, cursing, honking. Endless walking.
Lose your mind to the street life.
Lose your mind to the street life
Lose your mind to the street life.
And the other one, he's there too. You see him, you see him!
He's got one talking shoe; he's doing the death walk
Walking, walking.
Someone says, 'Hey, Frank, how's your uncle
from the old country, a gamblin' man now right?
Frank just grins & sings, "Strangers in the night".
I walked these streets now I walk on by.
Looked in the coin-slot, dug through the trash
asked myself why?
Hunger in your bellies, hunger in your soul.
We greet the end with nothing left to show?
Holding on to the rail at the baked goods sale.
Got the chair on the door, what am I here for?
There's a face in the window, it's a time bomb.
Holding on the rail at the baked goods sale.
Got the chair on the door. What am I here for?
There's a face in the window, it's a time bomb.
There's a time bomb in the soul of the-
There's a time bomb in the soul of the-
There's a time bomb in the soul of the city.
