Late Nights And Street Fights - Steve Smith

Late nights and street fights

Dirty city, bright lights

Messing with the wrong crowd

And everything that goes down

Young enough to know no better

Get myself together

Cause I know, I know

Can’t go on living this way

Can’t go on living this way

Broken words and broken bottles

Hangers-on and burned-out models

Digging into danger

And waking up with strangers

Can’t believe that I’m still breathing

I’ve got this sinking feeling

Cause I know, I know

Can’t go on living this way

Can’t go on living this way

Does heaven have any room for me I don’t think so Cause I’m beginning to wonder

In a world full of dead-end dreams

Why someone would love a fool like me Would love a fool like me Can’t go on living this way

Can’t go on living this way

Can’t go on living this way

So come and get me today