Текстове на песни: Jayhawks. Hollywood Town Hall. Martin's Song.

He's only six years old, that old Killer died
Put him down in a great big hole, I fill it up all the time
See the buildings rise up to the sky, parking meters, traffic cops
You'd best watch your record son, they'll come and lock you up

I been working all night
I go long into the day
Ain't got much money now
Got the time ahead, got the time ahead to pay

Smoke and lightning, dressed to kill
Don't talk to strangers, that's all you know
Forty years of sudden death, the daylight's still not over yet
You should live to see evening fall, doctors working overtime
Too much of a good thing, not enough, stepping stones, building blocks

I been working all night
I go long into the day
Ain't got much money now
Got the time ahead, got the time ahead to pay

I been working all night
I go long into the day
Ain't got much money now
Got the time ahead, got the time ahead to pay

I been working all night
I go along into the day
Ain't got much money now
Got the time ahead, got the time ahead to pay
Got the time ahead to pay