takin` in the sights from my window seat from the Third World poor to the land of the free back at home it`s tony night in Tinseltown you know it don`t mean nothin` to the down and out
from my window window to the world from my window window to the world
some people born with a Bible in their hand spend their life and money lookin` for the promised land some people only know what they see on tv some people say it`s just part of the plan
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lookin` out my window on a busy street below three in the morning someone somewhere`s takin` a blow the girls move in circles and the drunks spin in loops there`s a jinxed walk to nowhere that the dealers do and it`s a tightrope just don`t look down every day in life we`re walkin` that shadow line