WILLIAM NOWIK
Miscellaneous
Rockets Red Glare
I don’t know what you’ve been told
Ain’t no streets here made of gold
There ain’t no use in askin’ me why
Everybody, everywhere tells you lies
You grow up hard here
You grow up mean
You never get used to it
It’s a really bad scene
It don’t do you no good to cry
Don’t look in no rearview mirror
When you wave bye-bye
You don’t know your mama
You don’t know your dad
Lookin’ over your shoulder
So you don’t get had
Just getting’ outa here is one big dream
Wakin’ up before you scream
Cities all around are burnin’ down
You wind up lookin’ like a fool in the lost and found
They won’t let you keep nothin’
You got nothin’ to lose
No choice left or right
Nothin’ to choose
You grow up hard here
You grow up mean
You never get used to it
It’s a really bad scene
It don’t do you no good to cry
Don’t look in no rearview mirror
When you wave bye-bye

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