Switchblade - Env

It’s the one long year of Saturday nights

In the city of a million suns

Sleeping through the afternoon

With your latest only one

You had her every way from Sunday

And on Monday morning tooYou used to dine out on a dollar

With a switchblade in your coat

You had your young mind in the gutter

You had your feet on the groundSee you on the way up

(On the way down)

See you on the way down

(On the way up)

See you on the way up

(On the way) down

Ah ahhh

Ah ahhhIt was poverty that kept you sweet

And dreams that kept you young

The money started rolling in

You stopped having any funYou used to dine out on a dollar

With a switchblade in your coat

You had your young mind in the gutter

You had your feet on the groundSee you on the way up

(On the way down)

See you on the way down

(On the way up)

See you on the way up

(On the way) down

Ah ahhh

Ah ahhhYou used to dine out on a dollar

With a switchblade in your coat

You had your young mind in the gutter

You had your feet on the groundSee you on the way up

(On the way down)

See you on the way down

(On the way up)

See you on the way up

(On the way) down

Ah ahhh