Leicester Square

I got some hard times, two punks upon the subway

It's a long way to go to get to Leicester Square

A hard line, it's the one you gotta cross

The one you gotta cross to get you anywhere

Michael's on his way to payback syndication

Of fisticuffs retired and his backstreet education

The 8-ball stops him low

Then the enemy's faces show

It's crystal clear, it ain't so clear

For folks who become broken here

I got none

I got no mind for nothing

I got no insight, I got no feelings

I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here

The cocaine's out, then his world goes down, the prime objective fear

To rival forces from different times and places nowhere near

The tension begins to grow

His instincts tell him so

He jumps I jump I watch a punk and its another slaughter oh yeah

I got none

I got no mind for nothing

I got no insight, I got no feelings

I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here

I got some hard times, two punks upon the subway

It's a long way to go to get to Leicester Square

A hard line, it's the one you gotta cross

The one you gotta cross to get you anywhere

Mike gets whipped, his bull-face slapped around a cheap cigar

His gang comes in cause they're always seeing the trouble from afar

He acts so apropos

Illusions at his door

He makes his point then jumps the joint

To the backseat with that mulatto girl yeah

I got none

I got no mind for nothing

I got no insight, I got no feelings

I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here

I got some hard times, two punks upon the subway

It's a long way to go to get to Leicester Square

A hard line, it's the one you gotta cross

The one you gotta cross to get you anywhere

I got none

I got no mind for nothing

I got no insight, I got no feelings

I got nothing that you want, so stay away from here