Small town roots don't weigh me down
I'm in search of the neon flashing
sliding down on my drifting soul
The crowds passing me on by
They don't pay me any mind
My crimson blood is boiling
It's full of deep, raw passion
Her midnight blues are deadly
selling her body for just a fix
a crazy chance to feel numb
Bang, bang goes the sexy gun
Give me the dirty money now
I need someone to take me in
To show me shelter under cloud
Cars are crashing, shooting nearby
Politicians shaking smiling hands
They change nothing except ties
Turn on the television there's a man
He saves your soul, slaps your head
Sex, drugs, love, money are all crimes
Author notes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bjNHzU81qY
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I think even Bono would have smiled at the last stanza in this, you caught the passion of the song so well. Thank you
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Good luck, your song is DESIRE - U2
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