The Road to Damascus Street - Ricky Warwick

I’ve been breaking out of here

Since that tag came off my wrist

Under flags of inconvenience

Clinched my teeth and clenched my fist

Put everyone who dared to care

Found bitter in the sweet

Pissed all my faith against the wall

Down on Damascus Street

Never turned a deal down

Too handy on my feet

Harder than a dead run

Down on Damascus Street

Ooh down on Damascus Street

Ooh down on Damascus Street

But fate’s a cruel master

And fear’s a worthy foe

And one too many shadows

Told me I had to go

Kids like me don’t end up here

A foreign fighting man

A Hellhole filled with strangers

Forgetting all I am

Jean Jacques isn’t getting up

That blade went in too deep

Drawn on everything I learned

Down on Damascus Street

Ooh down on Damascus Street

Ooh down on Damascus Street

Before they close this city off

Before the lights turn blue

Before they turn the dogs out

Before the day is new

Ghosted over borders

Scared of all I’d meet

I’d sell my soul to make it home

Back on Damascus Street

Peruvian soil stole innocence

Cocoa forced defeat

Left me dead in all but name

Down on Damascus Street

Oooh down on Damascus Street

Oooh down on Damascus Street

Oooh down on Damascus Street

Oooh down on Damascus Street