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In the concrete jungle,

You’ve gotta learn fast

How to hurdle the homeless

And scatter the rats

You’ve gotta navigate through

The subway trash

And if you want to be heard

You gotta scream it in cash

What the city will give

My dreams are alive

But the city seems dead

And there are too many lies

For what lies ahead

We’re only given

One life to live

So I aim to take

What the city will give

What the city will give

The sunrise is grit

To welcome the grind

Another day forward

But I’m falling behind

You can always make money

But you can’t make time

You go into the streets

And put your life on the line

Looking for Jimmy Hoffa

Don’t know where he went

Have you seen Jimmy Hoffa Meadowland Cement

Did he go to LA

Or to Detroit

Was he sent

Can’t find Jimmy Hoffa

He’s in the Meadowland Cement

Did he have too much to say

Did he have too many loans to repay

When I saw Jimmy Hoffa, he was standing at the corner of Broadway and Tenth

If you see Jimmy Hoffa

He’s in the Meadowland Cement

Is he in the end zone

Or a parking space for rent

The restroom or concession

He’s in the Meadowland Cement

Did he have too much to say

Did he have too many loans to repay

Now what did you say, Jimmy

They can’t find Jimmy Hoffa

You know the twisted trail is bent

Now I wouldn’t bet my pension

He’s in the Meadowland Cement

He’s in the Meadowland Cement

I'm walking down a dirty, dusty farm road

The summer swelter doesn't lighten my load

My arms are full

My burden is clear

I'm searching for hope

The vines, weeds, and shrubs overgrown

A solitary shack with a family of crows

It's time to rest

I'll do my best to make it a home

I hang my hat and clear the land to find the water that flows

Bought the seeds to plant the dream

I spent all I owned to find these fields

These fertile fields are lousy with stones

I broke my back

I lost my mind

I left another year behind

Growing older put a shoulder to the colder times

And I'm still here

I have not gone away

I'll be fine

And I'm still here

I have not gone away

Another year

I did not go away

I'll be fine

You wouldn't want to have to walk a mile in my shoes

And I don't have another smile left to lose

I've learned that all the while I was being used

So pour a little more of that salt into my wounds

At times I feel a million miles away

At times I wish I were a million miles away

It's a bitter root that a madman likes to chew

And it's a bitter pill to swallow leaving you

Between desperation and despair I had to choose

While I was swimming through the torrents of abuse

At times I feel a million miles away

At times I wish I were a million miles away

And it's strange to feel lucky when you lose

But the facts and the fictions came to be confused

Now all of my colors are bleeding into the blues

You read my paper but you didn't get the news

At times I feel a million miles away

At times I wish I were a million miles away

And now I've gone a million miles away

A sane man couldn't stay sane if he stayed

I’ve known you for a very long time

And I’m not sure you’re a friend of mine

And then the razor blades

They cut the fine line

My suitcase is full

Crystal dynamite

No now no now no now no now

You can take me to a place that you never knew

You can take me there and take me back again

Why don’t you cuff my hands before you throw me in

And you can send red roses to my next of kin

No now no now no now no now

Fix me firmly

Keep me in your sight

Push me to the edge, then hold me tight

You can do me wrong

Before you do me right

Let’s pull through crazy in the fading light

I gotta turn it all around

I gotta turn it all around

I gotta turn myself around

No now no now no now no now

You can find me hiding in the underground

Shoot me up some loving

C’mon down

You can turn me over

When it’s time to turn around

It’s a real good real good feeling

When it’s cheaper by the pound

Buy it by the pound

No now no now no now no now

Our new ideas are a bad disease

Make arrangements to remove them please

I’ll try to figure but my mind’s not clear

It’s not required if you bought it here

A gentle vision in a subtle breeze

Bad decisions pay restocking fees

I’m living on an island lost at sea

Living on an island lost at sea

The old religion put us on our knees

My next-door neighbor sued the diocese

Just pull the trigger, watch the bullets fly

We aim to kill them but we don’t know why

I watch the horror on my new TV

The ratings soar, catastrophe

I’m living on an island lost at sea

Living in a country lost at sea

Our climate’s changing as the poles unfreeze

We’ll have to build some bigger SUVs

At least his plane flew over New Orleans

While Brownie crouches on the putting greens

They said no child would be left behind

Denying healthcare to them seems unkind

Who’d waste a young mind to save a dime?

Who’s paying the interest on borrowed time

Our new ideas are a bad disease

Make arrangements to remove them please

Tell me brother what’s the matter?

Sullen faces no more laughter

Tell me sister what’s the answer?

Shadows hide a silent dancer

Tell me father who should I turn to?

Always close the door behind you

Tell me mother what should I pray for?

9 long lives and no hard labor

I never met the girl

I never held the gun

Why would they convict me?

For things I’d never done

Tell me warden what should I order?

Never had a final supper

Tell me children how is the weather?

Daddy’s leaving some place better

Tell me jail mate where is the justice?

We’re both black so they don’t count us

Tell me lawyer when can I call you?

10 days left there’s not much time to

I never met the girl

I never held the gun

Why would they convict me?

For things I’d never done

Tell me Sheriff what will you witness?

Final moment some resistance

Tell me tailor how does the suit fit?

Not to bad we will reuse it

Tell me doctor after they kill me

Will the prison try to bill me?

Tell me Jesus how can I love you?

Set me free from those above you

I never met the girl

I never held the gun

Why would they convict me?

For things I’d never done

Sultans of Swing Lyrics - Dire Straits

You get a shiver in the dark

It's raining in the park, but meantime

South of the river, you stop, and you hold everything

A band is blowing Dixie, double-four time

You feel alright when you hear the music ring

Well, now you step inside

But you don't see too many faces

Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down

Competition in other places

Ah, but the horns, they're blowing that sound

Way on down south

Way on down south, London town

Check out guitar George

He knows all the chords

Mind, it's strictly rhythm

He doesn't wanna make it cry or sing

Yes and an old guitar is all he can afford

When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene

He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright

He can play the honky tonk like anything

Saving it up for Friday night

With the Sultans

With the Sultans of Swing

Yeah

And a crowd of young boys

They're fooling around in the corner

Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies

And their platform soles

They don't give a damn

About any trumpet-playing band

It ain't what they call "Rock and Roll"

And the Sultans

Yeah, the Sultans, they play Creole

Creole

And then the man, he steps right up to the microphone

And says at last, just as the time bell rings

"Goodnight, now it's time to go home"

Then he makes it fast with one more thing

"We are the Sultans—

We are the Sultans of Swing"