Leicester Square

I got some hard times, two punks upon a 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 payback syndication
Of fisticuffs retired and his backstreet education
The 8-ball stops him low
Then the enemy’s faces show
It’s crystal clear, it ain’t so clear
For folks who become broken here
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 cocaines out, then is world goes down, the prime objective is fear
To rival forces from different times and places nowhere near
The tension begins to grow
His instincts tell him so
He. jump and watch. yeah
I got some hard times, two punks upon a 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 bull-face slapped around a cheap cigar
His gang comes in cause they’re always seeing the trouble from afar
He acts so apropos
Allusions at his door
He makes his point then jumps the joint
To the backseat with a model
I got some hard times, two punks upon a 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