Losers, Ki

There was a kid so low, he couldn't stand up
No money, no respect and too much bad luck
Desperation had gotten to him at last
It was dark
Dark alley and a shot gun blast
And i knew a man everyone thought
Ws out of his mind
He had a cane and seemed to be around all the time
And it's a shame, when a car rolls past
It was dark
Dark alley and a shot gun blast

jenny who can i turn to
You give me something i can hold on to
Now you think i'm like the others before
Who saw you name and number on the wall

Jenny i got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny don't change your number
867-5309, 867-5309, 867-5309, 867-5309

Jenny your the girl for me
You don't know me, but you make me so happy
I tried to call you before but i lost the nerve
I tried my imagination but i was disturbed

Jenny i got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny don't change your number
867-5309, 867-5309, 867-5309, 867-5309

I got it, i got it, i got your number on the wall
I got it, i got it, for a good time, for a good time call

Jenny i got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny don't change your number
867-5309, 867-5309, 867-5309, 867-5309

Jenny who can i turn to
For advise and my troubles i can always turn to you

Watching the man up in the window
It always seems to me
That in 10 more years another someone may be watching me.
And do i really know what goes on inside?
As he dances down the street to the music in his mind,
Time after time.
Watching the man up in the window
It always seems to me
That i'll be the one talking to myself as someone sits and watches me.
And do i really know what goes on inside
As i wonder what goes on in their little plastic minds,
Time after time.

Late at night
I can see so clearly
They see right through me

And i know that ten years before
I was the kid at the corner store and i still know
And at that age things are so confusing
And no matter what i tried
I still wound up losing. are things still that confusing?
And at that age, that awkward age
I knew someday that things would change


Have i been thinking too much tonight
When i think of how my life's gone by?
And at that age...
There were things that i never really knew
And i keep hearing my parents say:
"do as i say, don't say as i do."
What could i do?

It was a cold december on 2nd ave and 6th st.
Too cold to think about anybody passing me
When i overheard 'i'm gonna tell you straight from the shoulder...
Boy... you better get running'

On the corner of 2nd and 6th and outta time,
With a cough, feeling lost and a bottle of cheap wine.
Just then i realized that i can't seem to understand
When i saw that guy heading for the dopeman.


It's just the same old story on the same old street
And it's just another worn down, worn out casualty
Of 2nd ave and 6th st.


On the corner of 2nd and 6th and feeling down
When i overheard 'i'm gonna take a gun and take you out'
Just then i realized that i can't seem to understand
How anyone can take the life of another man.


It's just the same old story on the same old street
And it's just another worn down, worn out casualty
Of 2nd ave and 6th st.

I wish i could have it all
And even if i could and then i would take it all,
Start it new with one thing that i could do
One wish i'd take it all away
I'd take it all away from you
I'd wish it all away...

Man this town will drive you insane
Check my thoughts to check my brain
Hold my wallet like it's glued
In one square block it'll tell you
What it thinks of you
And there's nothing you can do
And all that's left to say
And all that's left to say, now
Is feet don't fail me now
Man i must be out of my mind
This town can be so unkind
Forget about sleep there's nothing you can do
In 24 hours this town has become a living hell
And there's nothing you can do
10-9-8 forty ounces fill this place
7-6-5 then watch the bullets to stay alive
4-3-2 no one way out of this
It's been 24 hours in paramus

Like quicksand, i'm always getting deeper
The more i struggle, the more i get in deeper
And here i am, out there doing time
Out on the mission, down on the mission line
I'm down in the mission

I've never known what made you get up and go
And what pushed you over the edge,
When we were up on the roof
Was it the truth when you said
You never made a single difference.
Did you get it in your head
That things are better left unsaid
When you up and left town now?
Did you need to rearrange
Or did you need to make a change
Rather than just rotting the place
We used to hang around?
I know that things have gotta change,
I know your never coming back to this town.

I wonder where you've gone,
Who you're with;
I still ask myself,
Where the hell is mike sinkovich?

When you look around
What you got don't mean a thing...
Waiting, waiting, waiting - stop!
You gotta stand and pick yourself up...
Hanging around don't mean a thing
Unless you hold the power ring.