Walk On Down
You wonder why you got holes in your shoes
You wonder why they got more money than you
You wonder why you got nothin' to lose
It makes no sense, don't try to figure it out
You gotta . . . walk on down
Walk on down
Walk on down
When you're shit outta luck
There's just one thing to do and that's
Walk on down
Walk on down
Walk on down
When you're shit outta luck
There's just one thing to do and that's
Yeah, huh
Well, she says that she loves ya
In your mind there's no doubt, but
You feel like a stranger
When the lights go out
As you lie there awake
You think this ain't no gift
Don't try to figure that weight's too heavy to lift
You gotta . . . walk on down
Walk on down
Walk on down
When you're shit outta luck
There's just one thing to do and that's
Walk on down
Walk on down
'Cause I got no time to lose
It's my life if I choose
Put on my walkin' shoes
Walk on down
Walk on down
Walk on down
When you're shit outta luck
There's just one thing to do and that's
Walk on down
Walk on down
Walk on down
When you're shit outta luck
There's just one thing to do and that's
Walk on down
Walk on down
Walk on down
When you're shit outta luck
There's just one thing to do and that's
Walk on down
Shut Up And Dance
Chorus:
Talk is cheap, shut up and dance
Don't get deep, shut up and dance
Love has got me down
The weight is all around
So you lend a hand to peace on earth
Here's my piece, now what's it worth
Yea, but it's all right
When you can't define the crime
Then life ain't worth a dime
When they take away everything you got
And they rub your nose in the funky spot
Not without a fight
When you work your fingers to the bone
And what does that get you--NOTHING
If in a crowd of people
You're still alone
I hope that tells you something
The road to heaven is paved in hell
And it makes you wonder
Why you're here at all
Check out the shape of your circumstance
He wears the dress and she wears the pants
Here comes Jill and she needs romance
But you can't do jack so shut up and dance!
Sex is like a gun
You aim, you shoot, you run
When you're splittin hairs with Mr. Clean
It' like gettin head from a guillotine
And the night has just begun
Chorus
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