Текст песни Rea Chris - Guitar Street
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There`s a crazy sense of dutyAs he licks between his fingersAnd wipes the ketchup from his face and handsThere`s a strong determinationThat his teachers never witnessedNever close enough to understandHe`s like a bullJust bred for fightingAnd he don`t deliver nothingOutside the only thing he knowsSchool-report just says he`s lazyHis brother thinks he`s crazyBut anyway, take a look`Cos there he goes...All through the avenues of fashionTo the palaces of dreamsAll the way down Guitar StreetTo some, guitars are hot-rodsAll along the quest for machoTo others a would-be ticket out of townFor Joe; a six-string sten gunIn the "panto-revolution"And Stevies all just strictly sound,And he`s just a bull that`s bred for fightingJust bred for fightingAnd he don`t deliver nothingOutside the only thing he knowsSchool-report just says he`s lazyHis brother thinks he`s crazyBut anyway, take a look`Cos there he goes...All through the avenues of fashionTo the palaces of dreamsAll the way down Guitar Street