Текст John Nolan – Street Robbery Blues

Walking home at midnight
Drinking in the moonlight
I’m feeling just fine
When I see a man and his friend

Between comfort and slavery
Cowardice and bravery
They’re completely out of good ideas

So one says he’s got a gun
He’s got something that looks like one
And who am I to disagree?
This life of tiny vice
Full of these thoughts I can’t define
It’s got me face to face with a decision I can’t make

Between comfort and slavery
Cowardice and bravery
I’m completely out of good ideas

So I opt for submission
I give them my permission
I feel their hands against my skin
Confused and alone
They only took my phone
And a bit of my faith in human kindness

Between comfort and slavery
Cowardice and bravery
We’re completely out of good ideas