The street

O'Keefe We're leavin' here don't look back It's a dead end, kid, it's a cul de sac In a sultry rut you made the scene Now you're all washed up but you can't get clean Step into the future Step out of...

The room and street are known only to me and a few I won't tell nobody A place to meet where no-one can tell you what to do I won't tell nobody Here, Awake in sleep Together My time is spent in chains...