Letra de 50th and Bay

For 50 cents press your face to the window
As chicken wire cuts 8 fingers and 10 toes
Who's in charge? Nobody here knows
These are the days, they fill my nights

So put your faith in your 17 bucks now
Cover your head, you know, and that should be enough now
We're out of dimes, and almost out of wine
These are the days, they fill my nights

This is the place it's anywhere
Sand in my shoes, sand in my hair
Surf city, surf's up, surf's out, surf's over here, surf's gone
I know my part, I know the way
Somewhere 50th street and Bay
I' hope nobody listens to a word I say

Hold on. How long? Till dawn
These are my fights these are my friends
This is the night that never ends