Lyrics John Anderson – The Ballad Of Zero And The Tramp
Text:
Well they used to call him Zero ’cause he never made his mark
And when he took up with a tramp like her all the people laughed
Fate just seemed to find them on a one way losing streak
Between the two they lived their lives trapped on a dead end street
And if time allowed they’d make those fools wish they were never born
Oh, how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life
Some of us have to make a name before we’re satisfied
Oh, and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week
Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet
Well the bank job wasn’t easy no they’d left a couple dead
And when the headlines hit the stands that day
It was Zero and the tramp they said
Now it looks like they’ve got a man hunt for a couple of crazy kids
And they both got just what they want it was a price upon their heads
The more they kept on runnin’ the more they fell in love
‘Cause when you live your life outside the law you need that kind of trust
Oh, how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life
Some of us have to make a name before we’re satisfied
Oh, and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week
Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet
Sometimes the nights get colder and the dreams can chill your bones
And it was on a night like this that they came too close to home
They were caught up in the cross fire of a SWAT team’s finest hour
And went down in a blaze of automatic fire
Crying hey we’ve really made it now
Oh, how come it feels like Sunday each day of your life
Some of us have to make a name before we’re satisfied
Oh, and how come it feels like Monday seven days a week
Work your fingers to the bone just to make ends meet
Album
John Anderson – John Anderson - 10
