Someday I Will Treat You Good

I wander through each chartered street, near where the chartered Thames does flow, and mark in every face I meet marks of weakness, marks of woe in every cry of every man, in every infant's cry of fear, in every voice, in every ban, the mind-forged m

The roof is leaking rust Disintegrates and dust I shot a man on Sunday Now I'm a fugitive on Monday Yeah, oh we're In the dry The sheriff on my trail To escort me to jail With bloodhounds fat and unhealthy I may be cornered but I'm wealthy Yeah, oh w

there's something going on around here I could not crawl back if I tried I couldn't wait around I couldn't wait another second something going on around here I left my baby on the side of the highway she just couldn't see things my way someday I will