Street Machine Dream

Green stones and wet tracks We trail in coats of thick skin The sun is blocked out of sight The chimney's burn with montage The kid forgot to fill his glass The sun is blocked out of sight Oh yeah Rockets over cane fields pass There's a pacing from the man who laughs And there's a burning (From the benches to the streets) Yeah, baby You know you're street machine dream You know you're street machine dream The coins, they drop to the floor There's a cry, the woman upstairs We drown ourselves in her cries Yeah, Gita's riding on her bike There's plaster flowers through the night The swings are there for your pleasure Oh yeah Rockets over cane fields pass There's a pacing from the man who laughs And there's a burning (From the benches to the streets) Yeah, baby You know you're street machine dream You know you're street machine dream What doesn't kill a man's trust The future dips into the past The sun is blocked out of sight The kids, they sit around the round table They're waiting for him to arrive You know they're down on their pride You know they're down on their pride, pride, oh Rockets over cane fields pass There's a pacing from the man who laughs And there's a burning (From the benches to the streets) Yeah, baby You know you're street machine dream You know you're street machine dream