Sweat my youth away
With [bad word] we have to play
Speeding through your magazine
Pistol, pavement, no TV
Talk and talk, no time
Night time burnt inside
 [bad word] the daylight [bad word] my job
Uptown in the penthouse
Or downtown with the mob
 [bad word] the night time [bad word] my role
Goodbye to the pavement
Hello to my soul

Now, [bad word] my job
Credit, bleeding with the mob
Dreams [bad word] ideals
No one knows the way I feel
Love to love, daytime, right time
All my life
 [bad word] the daylight [bad word] my job
Uptown in the penthouse
Or downtown with the mob
 [bad word] the night time [bad word] my role
Goodbye to the pavement
Hello to my soul

Feel safe in the crowd
An no one admits they're crying aloud
My career fits like a glove
Knowing no orders [bad word] from above
Work and work, full time, part time
Anytime at all

As you face the wall
God make it this time or never at all
Before your chance has gone
Captain this lead role and you'll be the one
Shine and shine, this time, my time
Make me free at last