Brass In Pocket

I got brass in pocket
Got bottle, I'm gonna use it.
Intention
I feel inventive,
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
Got motion, restrained emotion.
I been driving uh, Detroit leaning.
No reason, just seems so pleasing.
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
Gonna use my arms,
Gonna use my legs,
Gonna use my style,
Gonna use my side-step-
Gonna use my fingers.
Gonna use my, my, my, imagination.
Cause I going make you see-- there's nobody else here
No one like me.
I'm special, so special.
I got to have some of your attention, give it to me!
I got rhythm, I can't miss a beat.
I got-a new skank so reet.
Got something. I'm winking at you,
Gonna make you, make you notice.
Gonna use my arms,
Gonna use my legs,
Gonna use style,
Gonna use my sidestep
Gonna use my fingers, gon' use my my my imagination.

Oh .. cause I gonna make you see
there's nobody else here, no one like me.
I'm special, so special.
I got to have some of your attention, give it to me!
'Cause I gonna make you see
there's nobody else here, no one like me,
I'm special, so special.
I got to have some of your attention, give it to me.
Ooooooooo, when you walk

Back On The Chain Gang

I found a picture of you oh
What hijacked my world that night
To a place in the past
We´ve been cast out of oh
Now we´re back in the fight
We´re back on the train yeah oh

A circumstance beyond our control, oh
The phone, TV and the news of the world
Got in the house like a pigeon from hell, oh
Threw sand in our eyes and descended like flies
Put us back on the train yeah oh
Back on the chain gang

The powers that be
That force us to live like we do
Bring me to my knees
When I see what they´ve done to you

But I´ll die as I stand here today
Knowing that deep in my heart
They´ll fail to ruin one day
For making us part

I found a picture of you oh
Those were the happiest days of my life
Now we´re back on the train
Oh back on the chain gang

Like a break in the battle was your part, oh
In the wretched life of a lonely heart
Now we´re back on the train
Oh back on the chain gang

Middle Of The Road

In the middle of the road,
Is trying to find me.
I´m standing in the middle of life with my pains behind me.

But, I got a smile
For everyone I meet.
Long as you don´t try dragging my bay,
Or dropping a bomb on the street.

Come on baby,
Get in the road.
Come on now,
In the middle of the road, yeah.

In the middle of the road,
You see the darnest things.
Like fat cats driving around in jeeps through the city,
Wearing big diamond rings and silk suits.
Past corrugated tin shacks holed up with kids and
Man I don´t mean a Hampstead nursery.
But when you own a big chunk of the bloody third world,
The babies just come with the scenery.

Come on baby,
Get in the road.
Come on now,
In the middle of the road, yeah.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.

In the middle of the road,
Is my private cul de sac.
I can´t get from the cab to the curb,
Without some little jerk on my back,
Don´t harass me kid,
Can´t you tell I´m going home, I´m tired as hell,
I´m not the cat I used to be,
I´ve got a kid, I´m thirty-three baby.
Get in the road.
Come on now,
In the middle of the road