I got some hard times

Two punks up on the subway

It's a long way to go

To get to Leicester Square



A hard line

It's the one you gotta cross

The one you gotta cross

To get you anywhere



Michael's on his way to pay back syndication

A fist ? and his backstreet education

The 8-ball stops him low

Demonstrations show

It's crystal clear it ain't so great for those who become broken in here yeah



I got none

I got no mind for... nothing

I got no insight, I got no feelings

I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here



The clockers (?) that could swamp us now, the prime objective: Fear

To rob us for some different ? places no one near

The tension begins to grow

? so

He ? yeah



I got none

I got no mind for... nothing

I got no insight, I got no feelings

I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here



Yeah!!!



Ah no no!!!

ah no!!!

Ah no no no no!!!



I got some hard times

Two punks up on the subway

It's a long way to go

To get to Leicester Square



A hard line

It's the one you gotta cross

The one you gotta cross

To get you anywhere



Mike gets whipped, his boy-face slapped around a cheap cigar

His gang could sing cause they're always seeing the trouble from afar

He act so (?apropos?) ? stall

He makes his point then jumps in

joint to the backseat with a bottle of beer (?mulatto girl?)



I got none

I got no mind for... nothing

I got no insight, I got no feelings

I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here



Yeah!!!



Ah no no!!!

Ah no!!!

Ah no no no no



I got some hard times

Two punks up on the subway

It's a long way to go

To get to Leicester Square



A hard line

It's the one you gotta cross

The one you gotta cross

To get you anywhere



Yeah!!!



You see I got none

I got no mind for... nothing

I got no insight, I got no feelings

I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here