Sebastien Grainger - The Streets Are Still a Mess

You know the cops, they don't really care
They whistle at the girls with the long blonde hair
And the streets are still a mess, when they say they getting better
When the Hollywood producers gone shoot outside in the weather
Five years too late seven beers they
Nobody has a patience

Down baby, down baby
Get those fuckers away from my
Never gonna last if you look for next
Never gonna love if you waiting for

If the city don't change, if the city don't go
Where will the young people go?
Where will the young people go?
If the city don't change, if the city don't go
Where will the young people go?
Where will the young people go?

Does anybody knows what I'm talking about, a dancing hot
I got feeling talk about something and don't
They got the big mouth dollar bill is all you hope
They got left handy barman and got no soul
They got the no no,
They got the no no no

If the city don't change, if the city don't go
Where will the young people go?
Where will the young people go?
If the city don't change, if the city don't go
Where will the young people go?
Where will the young people go?

Say what you
When the street lights light the way to home
When you baby come back to you?
(When you baby come back to you?)
If the city don't change, if the city don't go
Where will the young people go?
Where will the young people go?
If the city don't change, if the city don't go
Where will the young people go?
Where will the young people go?

I don't wanna change, I'm all the time
Is on crack, but he's doing fine
Turn off his phone, his into the line
I'm all the time, I'm all the time
I'm all the time
I'm all the time

Written by:
Sebastien Grainger

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Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing

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