Too much of a strain to eat three meals a day Wherever I'm going I'm loosing my way I'm so tired I'm so sad I'm so tired I'm ALMOST DEAD Like a clockwork
arrangement of a great oldie in rhythm and blues In the heart of the city you was born and bred You grew up smart or you wound up dead Things moved fast
and blues [Verse One: Pete Nice (Prime Minister)] In the heart of the city you was born and bred You grew up smart or you wound up dead Things moved
rhythm and blues [Verse One: Pete Nice (Prime Minister)] In the heart of the city you was born and bred You grew up smart or you wound up dead Things