52nd Street Lyrics

	It's always raining in here
	Each time I walk thro' these doors
	Expensive suits and cheap whores
	And I'm always sorry
	Money flows real fast
	Though I'm not supposed to touch
	But they always say how much
	They love my music
	No matter what I wear
	It's always freezing cold
	And their teeth are made of sharpened gold
	Tho' their smiles are Polished white
	Lives turn into units
	In this building built with fear
	They breathe contempt in here
	And they call it the record business
	Justice day will come
	And this steel will turn to rust
	And this concrete turn to dust
	And I won't be sorry
	My life outside of power
	I see myself in the faces
	Classes, groups and races
	Locked out of power
	Workers
	Blacks
	Jews
	Children
	Ché
	Africa
	Cuba
	And I hear myself in their music

	It' s always raining in here
	Each time I walk thro' these doors
	Expensive suits and cheap whores
	And I' m always sorry
	Money flows real fast
	Though I' m not supposed to touch
	But they always say how much
	They love my music
	No matter what I wear
	It' s always freezing cold
	And their teeth are made of sharpened gold
	Tho' their smiles are Polished white
	Lives turn into units
	In this building built with fear
	They breathe contempt in here
	And they call it the record business
	Justice day will come
	And this steel will turn to rust
	And this concrete turn to dust
	And I won' t be sorry
	My life outside of power
	I see myself in the faces
	Classes, groups and races
	Locked out of power
	Workers
	Blacks
	Jews
	Children
	Che
	Africa
	Cuba
	And I hear myself in their music

	It' s always raining in here
	Each time I walk thro' these doors
	Expensive suits and cheap whores
	And I' m always sorry
	Money flows real fast
	Though I' m not supposed to touch
	But they always say how much
	They love my music
	No matter what I wear
	It' s always freezing cold
	And their teeth are made of sharpened gold
	Tho' their smiles are Polished white
	Lives turn into units
	In this building built with fear
	They breathe contempt in here
	And they call it the record business
	Justice day will come
	And this steel will turn to rust
	And this concrete turn to dust
	And I won' t be sorry
	My life outside of power
	I see myself in the faces
	Classes, groups and races
	Locked out of power
	Workers
	Blacks
	Jews
	Children
	Ché
	Africa
	Cuba
	And I hear myself in their music

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