Railroad Jerk - These Streets

I walk these streets of Hell
You may not know me well
But I've been here before
And I'll be here again
I have no middle name
I pay my fines on time
And the wind that blows through your hair
Is the one that blows through mine

The blood drips from my wound
The time clocks rings its bell
I will not be too soon
But I walk these streets, well
The crackling of the thunder
And the roar of the train
You may treat me the same
But I don't blame you

Sweet pretty thing
Sweet pretty thing

For you I sing in tune
I will sing in tune
It might be over soon
But I will sing in tune
You who are so sublime
I wish you was mine
And the wind that blows through your hair
Is the one that blows through mine
It's true

I walk these streets
I walk these streets
I walk these streets
I walk these streets