Slum dog, livin' in the city
Cheap girl, feeling pretty pretty
Out late, gunning for a showman
Sundown, thinking it's the end of the line
It's just a matter of (time)
Kerb crawler, looking for a showdown
Dark alleys, whispering the low down
Red dress, lose your inhibition
Can't help feeling it's the end of the line
And now you've run out of...
I know he sees it
I know he wants it
I can see it in your eyes
I know he wants it
He can taste it
I really want to know his mind
Far out, great communicator
Tweak this, twisted little raver
No hope - the man ain't gonna save ya
You know, there's nothing at the end of the line
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of
Black Wax - Sunday Morning, 5 A.M. (Slum Dog) Lyrics
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English
Slum dog, livin' in the city
Cheap girl, feeling pretty pretty
Out late, gunning for a showman
Sundown, thinking it's the end of the line
It's just a matter of (time)
Kerb crawler, looking for a showdown
Dark alleys, whispering the low down
Red dress, lose your inhibition
Can't help feeling it's the end of the line
And now you've run out of...
I know he sees it
I know he wants it
I can see it in your eyes
I know he wants it
He can taste it
I really want to know his mind
Far out, great communicator
Tweak this, twisted little raver
No hope - the man ain't gonna save ya
You know, there's nothing at the end of the line
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of
Cheap girl, feeling pretty pretty
Out late, gunning for a showman
Sundown, thinking it's the end of the line
It's just a matter of (time)
Kerb crawler, looking for a showdown
Dark alleys, whispering the low down
Red dress, lose your inhibition
Can't help feeling it's the end of the line
And now you've run out of...
I know he sees it
I know he wants it
I can see it in your eyes
I know he wants it
He can taste it
I really want to know his mind
Far out, great communicator
Tweak this, twisted little raver
No hope - the man ain't gonna save ya
You know, there's nothing at the end of the line
It's just a matter of
It's just a matter of
Writer: Matt Costello, Rebecca Gorman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid