Yesterday is just a dream I don`t remember
Tomorrow, still a hope I`ve yet to endure
I`m out of time
I`m out of rhyme
I`m out of reason
Season`s change and leave me out in the cold
The story`s old
The tale been told by many a scholar
Got a fistful of dollar
And pocketful of love
God above if you hear me cryin`
I`ve tried to sell my soul
But no one`s buyin`
Lord, strike me down now if I`m lyin` Bronx Style Bob: Lord strike me down (X3)
It`s gettin` cold
It`s time for dyin`
 [bad [bad word] on and watch me shine
Like the world is mine (check it out) [bad word] on and watch me shine (check it out)
Like the world is mine today
Watch me shine (check it out)

Then the man was free from sin
Bronx Style Bob: free from sin
Cast the first stone then began the violence
Bronx Style Bob: began the violence
Let the man whose words ring [bad word] Speak on up till his voice breaks through the silence
Bronx Style Bob: through the silence
Let the ones who lose their way
Live to see just one more day in the sunshine
Bronx Style Bob: La-la-la-la-la-la-laaa
Let the one`s who choose to stray
Recognize the price they`ll pay
In their lifetime
Bronx Style Bob: in their lifetime (X2)
 [bad word] Sit in the way and wait for my roads to cross
You nail me down and you watch me bleed
Bronx Style Bob: watch me bleed
So lay my head against the earth
Plant my body like a seed
Bronx Style Bob: plant my body like a seed
You can`t always get the things you want, love (check it out)
Bronx Style Bob: tell me what you want
You get what you deserve
Or maybe what you need
Bronx Style Bob: tell me what you need
So fill