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- Composer:
- John Mark Eitzel
 
- See also:
American Music Club - Away Down My Street lyrics
I'll sit inside, emptying a bottle, plugging up my brain
 Killing off my hopes, I'm an idiot king, shoot 'em down one by one
 You and me both we're living a lie we don't belong
 And the clothes we wear they always tear
 Those second-hand clothes they always tear
 Those second-hand hopes they always tear
 Away down my street
 Away down my street
 I walk, I walk
 The sun's a prize for my weak eyes
 I put my blindfold on
 How do I get out of here
 Move along Joe, move along Jack, the burning road welcomes you back
 I'm high enough now to turn out the sun
 I'm king enough now to close my eyes
 And watch the ruins grow like my alibisAmerican Music Club - Away Down My Street - http://motolyrics.com/american-music-club/away-down-my-street-lyrics.html
 Like we're already dead, like we're empty as hell
 We're jewels on a chain, yeah we're jewels on a chain
 Away down my street
 Away down my street
 I walk, I walk
 The sun's a prize for my weak eyes
 I put my blindfold on
 How do I get out of here
 Because there is no peace, yeah there is no peace
 There is no peace, there is no peace
 Hey
 Hey garbage man, I'm in garbage land
 Hey man, how do I get out of here
 Hey, hey, how do I get out of here
 Come on man, how do I get out of here








