Misty Village (Live)

Another stroke of genius, I love the taste of trouble You caught me on one of those nights, when the boy was seeing double I try not to makes excuses, I know I can't shed my skin I'm still underneath it all, with my stupid little grin Ooh, Ooh, Ooh Sometimes I don't know The sidewalks talkin to me, the wind is so damn cold There's not a living thing for miles, that ain't been bought or sold But I still love this city, from the hills down to the piers I got a brand new silver dollar, and I'd buy y'all a round of beers Ooh, Ooh, Ooh Sometimes I don't know Ooh, Ooh, Ooh Sometimes I don't know Somewhere across the great divide, the land where white men tried, and the injuns died We raised our smokestacks oh so high, and set our dreams for the pie in the sky Oh oh, I don't know The sidewalks talkin to me, the wind is so damn cold There's not a living thing for miles, that ain't been bought or sold But I still love this city, from the hills down to the piers I got a brand new silver dollar, and I'd buy y'all a round of beers Ooh, Ooh, Ooh Sometimes I don't know Ooh, Ooh, Ooh Sometimes I don't know Somewhere across the great divide, the land where white men tried, and the injuns died We raised our smokestacks oh so high, and set our dreams for the pie in the sky Oh oh, I don't know