I was bruised and battered
I couldn't tell what I feltI was unrecognizable to myselfSaw my reflection in a windowAnd didn't know my own faceOh brother are you gonna leave me wastin' awayOn the streets of Philadelphia?
I walked the avenue, 'til my legs felt like stoneI heard the voices of friends vanished and goneAt night I could hear the blood in my veinsJust as black and whispering as the rainOn the streets of Philadelphia
Ain't no angel gonna greet meIt's just you and I my friendAnd my clothes don't fit me no moreA thousand miles just to slip this skin
The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awakeI can feel myself fading awaySo receive me brother with your faithless kissOr will we leave each other alone like thisOn the streets of Philadelphia?
2 comments:
Classic Springsteen. Gloom and sorrow in the bleak ghetto east coast city. I’m happy I don’t have AIDS. That would be a shitty way to die. Tom Hanks annoys me in the same way tom Brady annoys. I can’t stand it when people gush over how awesome other people are. Maybe it’s cuz I have spent too much time with Ryan.
Yes. You must behave and think exactly like your master.
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