Текст Mott The Hoople – Crash Street Kidds

See my thoughts — and see my scars — see my clothes — I dress to kill
See my blood — and see my gun.

The Crash Street Kidds are comin’ to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)

Heed my faults — and heed my curse — heed my frustration — you just
Don’t know
A new town nothing — send for the hearse.

The Crash Street Kidds are comin’ to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The Crash Street Kidds are comin’ to get ya
(Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun)

Pull down the wires, set you on fire — I’m getting too tired to resist,
We’ll torture your flats, you keep us like rats — then you
Tell ’em we’re brats and the press twist our fist — get me out of this
Mist.

Hear me swear — hear every word — I ain’t just a number
I wanna be heard — The TV announcer he talks to the scum

The Crash Street Kidds are comin’ to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The Crash Street Kidds are comin’ to get ya
(Prick your thumb, prick your thumb, prick your thumb)

I ain’t been solved, I’m uninvolved — I’ve been annulled
And I can’t seem to prove it.
You’re so pure — you know the cures — just keep us poor
The juvenile delinquent bit

The Crash Street Kidds are comin’ to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The Crash Street Kidds are comin’ to get ya

Now you’re dead, now you’re dead, now you’re dead
Now you’re dead, now you’re dead, now you’re dead
Now you’re dead, now you’re dead, now you’re dead
Now you’re dead, now you’re dead, now you’re dead
Now you’re dead, now you’re dead, now you’re dead
Now you’re dead, now you’re dead, now you’re dead
Now you’re dead, now you’re dead, now you’re dead
AHHHH!!