Embracing the Wave
|1||Born of the American salad bowl, oh,|
|2||Raised on the cusp of the age, the age.|
|3||Move to the beat - eat -|
|4||Of the subways and the street, the street.|
And the tune of the minimum wage - age.
|6||Look like a red-blooded underground movie queen,|
|7||Walk like a kingdom of soul.|
|8||Millions and dimes|
|9||I'm a portrait of the times, the times...|
I believe in my rock and roll.
|11||I'd cling to the savior,|
|12||But there's nothing left to save -|
|13||Excuse my behavior,|
|14||I'm just dancing on my grave -|
Embracing the wave.
|16||Stand by the side of the open door,|
|17||Run at the head of the pack.|
|18||Got dirt on my clothes|
|19||And a steel pin in my nose|
And I carry our sins on my back.
|21||Live on the dangerous side of town,|
|22||Laugh in the light of the day.|
|23||Child of the night|
|24||Got freedom in my sight|
And I don't give a damn what they say...
|26||I'd cling to the savior,|
|27||But there's nothing left to save -|
|28||Excuse my behavior,|
|29||I'm just dancing on my grave -|
|30||Embracing the wave.|
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