| Song | Kicks on the Street |
| Artist | Wishbone Ash |
| Album | Number the Brave |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Powell, Upton, Wisefield | |
| The wind was howling, | |
| Dogs were sleeping, | |
| I had to bite my tongue. | |
| Looking down the street, | |
| I was hanging on | |
| Eighty floors above the ground, | |
| Suffering vertigo. | |
| Got me a date with a drug store blond, | |
| With a cure i know | |
| She picks me up when i'm coming down. | |
| Kicks on the street | |
| It's a shot in the arm. | |
| Get your kicks on the street | |
| Can't do any harm. | |
| Can't put me on a drip feed, | |
| Under state control. | |
| I put a razor to my face, | |
| And the steel is cold. | |
| It ain't going to take me too long before i get revived. | |
| I'm traveling incognito, | |
| Don't want to be identified. | |
| They dress you up, | |
| They strip you down. | |
| Ain't going to find me falling asleep behind the driver's wheel. | |
| You get me intoxicated, | |
| That's the way i feel. | |
| I can't break the ice, | |
| Shrinks in the heat, | |
| Falling like an acrobat and landing on my feet. | |
| She picks me up when i'm coming down. |
| zuo ci : Powell, Upton, Wisefield | |
| The wind was howling, | |
| Dogs were sleeping, | |
| I had to bite my tongue. | |
| Looking down the street, | |
| I was hanging on | |
| Eighty floors above the ground, | |
| Suffering vertigo. | |
| Got me a date with a drug store blond, | |
| With a cure i know | |
| She picks me up when i' m coming down. | |
| Kicks on the street | |
| It' s a shot in the arm. | |
| Get your kicks on the street | |
| Can' t do any harm. | |
| Can' t put me on a drip feed, | |
| Under state control. | |
| I put a razor to my face, | |
| And the steel is cold. | |
| It ain' t going to take me too long before i get revived. | |
| I' m traveling incognito, | |
| Don' t want to be identified. | |
| They dress you up, | |
| They strip you down. | |
| Ain' t going to find me falling asleep behind the driver' s wheel. | |
| You get me intoxicated, | |
| That' s the way i feel. | |
| I can' t break the ice, | |
| Shrinks in the heat, | |
| Falling like an acrobat and landing on my feet. | |
| She picks me up when i' m coming down. |
| zuò cí : Powell, Upton, Wisefield | |
| The wind was howling, | |
| Dogs were sleeping, | |
| I had to bite my tongue. | |
| Looking down the street, | |
| I was hanging on | |
| Eighty floors above the ground, | |
| Suffering vertigo. | |
| Got me a date with a drug store blond, | |
| With a cure i know | |
| She picks me up when i' m coming down. | |
| Kicks on the street | |
| It' s a shot in the arm. | |
| Get your kicks on the street | |
| Can' t do any harm. | |
| Can' t put me on a drip feed, | |
| Under state control. | |
| I put a razor to my face, | |
| And the steel is cold. | |
| It ain' t going to take me too long before i get revived. | |
| I' m traveling incognito, | |
| Don' t want to be identified. | |
| They dress you up, | |
| They strip you down. | |
| Ain' t going to find me falling asleep behind the driver' s wheel. | |
| You get me intoxicated, | |
| That' s the way i feel. | |
| I can' t break the ice, | |
| Shrinks in the heat, | |
| Falling like an acrobat and landing on my feet. | |
| She picks me up when i' m coming down. |