Alright now
Grace the bars on Silver Street
With the heartless few
Jackdaw eyes already high
Droppin' strange, strange brew
Man, this sky is low
Or is it my self esteem
Is it me you're taking back
When you talk about redeem
I see you lay your head in your hands
Oh baby you let it pull you down now
Alright
Face the truth on Silver Street
That your soul can stray
Where tomorrow never knows
That yesterday's today
Damn, this ceiling's low
All ears to the ground
You say you'd live without it but you doubt it
'Cause it spins this world around and around
You lay your head in your hands
Oh baby you let it pull you down
Alright
(Take it away)
I see you lay your head in your hands
Oh baby you let it pull you down
Yeah yeah yeah oh oh no
Talkin' 'bout dollar
Talkin' 'bout lira
Talkin' 'bout moolah
Talkin' 'bout dollar now
Talkin' 'bout lira
Talkin' 'bout moolah
Talkin' 'bout dollar yeah
Talkin' 'bout moolah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Lay your head in your hands
Oh baby you let it pull you down
Oh don't let it pull you down
Don't let it pull you down
You lay your head in your hands
Oh baby you let it pull you down
Oh yeah don't let it pull you down
Don't let it pull you down
See you lay your head in your hands
Oh baby you let it pull you down