Street by Herman Brood
Key: F#mF#m | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


F#m
Hey boy I can see you
                  Bm
You're one of our own
            E
The way you stake out your ears
          A
You know, bitch your bust
B
Cook up your tears
C                D
Clean your works
          E
And hit a stone
Daddy kick that stone
                           F#m
Wasting your time on the somege of light 
       Bm
it's a hell of a deafen
E              A
Sucking a tit, ever 
B                    E
Ever seen a hotshot hit, kid
             A
You're gonna doubt on yourself, you know
B              C
Mumble inside, speck from yourself
D
Looking for life in the
E
Street
Hanging round on the sidewalk
Street
You got that blackboard feelin'
Street
Get it high and go dancing
Street
Robbin' and stealin'
                    F#m                Bm
Hey boy just take a tit, don't be over hip
             E                      A
Just reach out, see what it's all about
           B                      C
But take a good look down this road
           D                E
Before you, buddy, hit that stone
Kick that stone
                          F#m          Bm
Where were you when the lights went out
            E                A
I saw these looners hanging 'round
B                E
Do they crap so loud
A 
I saw you sneaking mommy
B
Sure made a show
    C
You know this stays as hot
        D
But you feel so low on the
E
Street 
On a hot summer Sunday
Street
You got the pavement stealin'
Street
You got lost in the subway and
Wild romance keeps you dreaming
Hey boy
F#m                  Bm
Many people tried to sing the blues
          E
About the love they lost,
         A
You know, 'bout feeling low
B
Holding the shoes
      C                D
About missing the show
         E
Hit that stone
Daddy, kick that stone
                         A           B       E
You're gonna change your car for seven horses
A               B
Noises are bang, 
            E
Stonewalls clashing
             A              B 
You're gonna face yourself upside down
             C                          D
You're gonna see every shithouse in the whole damn town in the 
E
Street
Hanging 'round in the sidewalk
Street
You got that blackboard feeling
Street
Flashing and dancing
Street
Robbin' and stealin'
Street
You feel the heat closing in
Street
Buddy, on a hot summer sunday
Street
You got that pavement stealin'
Street
Got lost in the subway
Street
Can you feel that heatwave
Street
Like a loop de loop?
Street
Straight from the gutter mom
Street
Like bowl of soup
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Don't wanna lose a minute
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Don't wanna miss a chance
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Now you feel the slipstream like a
Street
Wild romance