I`ve been faster
Than my own shadow
I`ve been colder
Than a icepick you know
What really matters
Is a heart of gold
And a whole lotta money
And a fat checkbook
Been a gambler
Had nothing better to do
Been crazy for fools like you
What really matters is
Make a dream come true
I ain`t playing with fire no more
Ain`t gonna play with fire no more
Well I was walking down the street
In my Italian shoes
I was minding my own business
Just goin` with the flow
I could feel the hot sunshine
On my back
I started singin`
To the rythm of the city noise
Yeah yeah yeah
Well I was knockin`
Opportunity right on its head
In my silver coloured suit
And my Panama hat
Yeah, I had nothin` to fear,
I had places to go
And I swear I felt lightnin`
In my bones
I said yeah…
Down, down, down the Apocalypse
Down, down, down with negative
Down, down my dice come a-rollin`
Down, down with a double-six evidence
Down deep the sound
Of my heart I believe
Tells me life`s there for lovin` it!
Oh, oh yeah… (through the air)
Well I`m tapdancin`
Floatin` on thin air
High on nothin`
`Xcept sweet adrenalin
And I see somethin` behind a tree
It`s the mother of God
Got her eyes on me
She says yeah…
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