This Is a Life - Mogg Way

Paris Gardens, East Central 1

little piece of heaven, a piece of the sun

Card sharks, hustlers, damaged goods

Wasted youth and these baby hoods

Get on board the train, we’re going down

Coming home again, we’re the talk of the town

Dustbins banging on the wall, cat drags his tail down the hall

Men are fighting in the street

This is the life of the people I meet, out on my street

Lawyers and bankers, cleaners and clerks,

Winos, junkies, liars and jerks

Doctors and jewelers and dogs that glow

This is the life, these are people I know

Riding on a wave, and we’re looking down

Nothing left to say, still the talk of the town

Dustbins banging on the wall, cat drags tail down the hall

Men are fighting in the street

this is the life of the people I meet out on my street

German Pinschers selling porky pies

mystic gurus hand them alibis

Somewhere here there’s a symphony

Oh baby please, must be you and me Dustbins banging on the wall, cat drags his tail down the hall

Men are fighting in the street, this is the life of the people I meet

Out on my street

Angry neighbors kiss their bawling kids

Macho men hide under bonnet lids

Tough nuts, wrestlers, and barroom brawls,

Velvet mafia make that call