Lyrics Slaves – People That You Meet

I feel like shit

I met a man called Terry
He told me a joke
The punchline was dirty

Confessed my sins to Tony
A man from Tennessee
Who drove me to the city
Took me from A to B
Cruising through the deserts
Smoking through the nights
Eyes on the horizon
Into the morning light

The people that you meet
Walking down the streets
The people that you meet
Walking down the streets
The stories that you share
Remaining in your chair
The people that you meet
Walking down the streets

I walked into a sex shop
The lady had a beard
She talked me through the products
Thats’s when it all got weird
Performed a demonstration

The people that you meet
Walking down the street
The people that you meet
When you walking down the street
The stories that you share
Remaining in your chair
The people that you meet
Walking down the streets

Oh
Walking down the street
The people that you meet
Walking down the street
The stories that you share
Remaining in your chair
The people that you meet
Walking down the street

Listen
I know a man called Michael
He hails from NYC
Now he lives in Malibu
In a mansion by the sea
Production is his game now
He called my friend Laurie
He used to be a Beastie Boy
But now he works for me

The people that you meet
Walking down the street
The people that you meet
Walking down the street
The stories that you share
Remaining in your chair
The people that you meet
When you are walking down the street