Walk around the streets 'till the whistle blowsThe streets are overflowing with worn out soulsAching bodies of powerful and righteous menLiving the same lives over and over againYears pull back like an onion's skinI stop at Union St. to light my smoke againI swear If i'm still smoking at 35 I hope my other resolution's keeping me aliveNo action, no actionShadows creep around the pavement it's a strange attractionNo action, no actionSo many heavenly bodies, no interactionsNo action, no actionI don't want a shot of life, I want a great distractionNo action, no actionI don't want a shot of life, I want a great distractionI wanna feel the sunshine caress my skinI wanna wake up here bright and early againAll the aching bodies sleeping on the sidewalk pathsYou step right over, it's a thing of the pastI swear there's a black fucking hole down hereFull of malls, cops, Cash4Gold and Vape Craft tearsThere's a big blank wall by the shopping carts that we're keeping blank for the starving artsNo action, no actionShadows creep around the pavement it's a strange attractionNo action, no actionSo many heavenly bodies, no interactionsNo action, no actionI don't want a shot of life, I want a great distractionNo action, no actionI don't want a shot of life, I want a great distractionNo action, no actionShadows creep around the pavement it's a strange attractionNo action, no actionSo many heavenly bodies, no interactionsNo action, no actionI don't want a shot of life, I want a great distractionNo action, no actionI don't want a shot of life, I want a great distraction
